when she who has the smallest peddling legs and the smallest tires keeps up with the rest of us without any help but gets tired and hopeless toward the end of the bike rides and this curvy and different and beautiful tree is her marker to being almost home and she sees this and knows she can finish because the end is just up ahead.
and when you get home and you see the building that you've been praying for and dreaming about and it's only the finishing touches (and a few other things) that have to be completed but seeing the carpet and painted walls and the little old ladies that care about the people who will sit in all those chairs and it's like that warped and detailed tree marking the coming of the finish and it all calls, finish, go, you're almost there.
