invitation

at 8 am or so yesterday, in a bit of a funk, i was walking down a narrow street in our neighborhood, long and straight. This street was lined by trees and houses, and the asphalt was pebbled with twigs and dry acorns which crunched beneath my feet. The view ahead of me was layered one leafy branch against the next leafy branch, a mosaic of shaded patterns. at the distant end of the street, a mist of sundrops, an ecstasy of light, radiated like an invitation and, for some minutes as i walked toward it, the weight in me was lifted.