Yesterday, I drove down a street that I've never driven down before; I knew where it lead, so I was not lost. There was a place where the road curved just slightly to the left to allow for two shockingly wide, tall trees to crown the resting yellow and blue houses beneath. A few humorously small white blossoms had bloomed, but the cragged branches were mostly bare--balding. That curve with the houses and the trees, it seemed other-worldly. No no, just other-placely perhaps.
But I don't even know if it all really was that beautiful, or if I was just looking for it to be.