The tree hugger

The first time I thought I must have gotten it wrong but then it happened again, and again. 

Every morning I see that elderly man. He gets on the same bus as me and a few minutes before the bus arrives he takes on a short stroll to one of the trees around the bus stop with a somewhat ashamed look on his face…and hugs the tree. Every morning.

I like him. Anyone that cares to hug a tree must have his heart at the right place.