Sometimes the strongest boundaries are the ones we no longer have to explain.
Field Notes
From a distance, the palm simply appears tall—upright, self-contained, reaching beyond the crowded growth around it. What cannot be seen from there is the structure beneath that height: the defenses it has formed along the way, the parts of itself that refuse to be handled carelessly.
Perhaps this is what an old boundary looks like after it has become part of the body. It is no longer a performance of toughness, but a quiet certainty about what may come close and what may not. It does not bend merely because everything around it is leaning in one direction.