I continued down the street when my eye was filled with blue...
Only to glance up to see horses leaping into clouds...
When my nose carried me back to my grandmother's garden...
The canopy of green leafy trees wafting sweet pink chestnut was a visual and olfactory treat...
To glance up a little further down and see soft a billowy pillowy...
Directly across from the (back) entrance to our nation's presidential home...
And more color, flowers coaxing me down the path, coaxing me into a calmer, happier place...
And a little old-fashioned but still very much in use protection in this day and way...
And even some untamed patches amidst manicured splendor, like the lovers in love's exquisiteness...
All carried me softly, like my love's strong embrace, continuing to remind me of God's care above all.