Early one morning I was walking on a street nearby, I noticed a neighbor, Ken, hugging the most crooked tree in a nearby park. It sounded like he was talking to it as well. Ken was always kind to my dogs, Lucy and later Shadow. He knew my wife from the dog park, but he never remembered my name. I saw him more often in his later months, as his memory was on the decline.
He passed away a few months later.
When I walk by his house nearly every day, I remember his calm spirit and I remember most that he hugged the tree that day. I found it initially strange, but later I thought it might not be a bad practice to embrace nature literally.