I pulled into this parking spot, went in and bought some chocolate chip cookies and when I got back to the car and looked out the window, I saw this perfect tree. It’s a busy place, I’m sure it was noticed quickly.
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats