I have a hard time explaining it to myself, the breathless heated feeling I get to see a bare…

I have a hard time explaining it to myself, the breathless heated feeling I get to see a bare November-December tree silhouetted against an early-evening November-December sky. Something in my body tells my brain: it turns you on, you are turned on, it is erotic. And my brain tells my body: come on, please get real, we’re talking about trees and light and sky, this is not sex. And my body says: please trust me, eros, lifeforce, the great and wild heat, the breathless thrill, the all-the-way-there feeling of aliveness and luck, it’s happening now, take it in, all your cells awake and speeded up, you are turned on, that’s what this is. You are turned on. And I am. I am. But I don’t know how to say it outloud.