Road Less Travelled

On a sweltering summer afternoon, something spoke to me. Perhaps it was the trees soaring high over the road, their cool green canopies providing respite from the sun's blazing rays; or the snippets of rock wall riding the tall banks like a roller coaster; or some sympathy with the dust-covered verdure present but unacknowledged by passersby . Whatever it is, I recognize another sacred space. I pull out my Open Box, brushes and give thanks.