Watching the Scenery in the Trees

I once met a very interesting old man who liked to sit alone in a tree, rain or shine. My acquaintance with him was a very simple encounter. At that time, I had just broken up with my girlfriend, and I was walking around in the sky in a daze. He greeted me, and I looked up. He was sitting on the tree, like a Beatle, holding a guitar, and just looking at me. I thought he was leaving. I didn't realize it at the time. I changed myself because of this old man. The vivid stories he told me still affect me to this day. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.