I dunno whether people who drive to work see the world
differently than I do. I drag myself out of bed,
somehow, for whatever reason,
looking forward to what I will see at the bus stop.
That's especially true this time of year when
the sun casts a fresh golden light as it rises
past the tree line and the rooftops.
And this is what we get - rich, crisp color
that brings out the shapes of the
new spring foliage.
This is an average neighborhood where nearly
all the houses are at least fifty years old, and the main
shopping areas are a couple strip malls.
But walking along the streets here
I find things of beauty, such as the pink flowers
against the yellow-green foliage and
the sun-drenched grass accented by droplets
from the early morning rain.