Blue Fence and YellowTree

Our neighborhood is neither fashionable nor quaint. When the roses drape themselves across almost every other fence or the cherry blossoms fall like snow, it is easy to see beauty everywhere. Other times, I search hungrily for a little bit of beauty among the humdrum and mundane. The sun came out as I was walking from the post office. Suddenly, the blue metal fence that had originally struck me only as needing repainting, seemed the perfect complement to the row of adolescent trees glowing gold in the light. Bold shadows! Backlit weeds! A path of beauty lay before me as I walked home, thankful.