I am walking on a country road, with my father a short distance behind me and my brother a little ahead. On the right, I see a tree which quickly becomes an overwhelming vision. Its leaves are large and thick; a glossy dark green, and its sinuous white trunk and branches gleam with an almost supernatural light against a sky of profound blue. I note that I haven’t seen the sky so blue, the light so compelling, or breathed air so fresh, sweet and crystal clear in what feels like ages. In the center of the tree, a number of slim branches shoot straight up, and their leaves are a bright golden yellow, as if presaging autumn. They resemble a bright beam pointing straight up against the solid blue. I am struck through with the transcendent beauty of the scene, and call out, first to my father and then to my brother, needing them to notice, needing to share this moment with them, but they do not seem to hear me. They do not answer, appearing lost in their own perspectives. I am alone with this vision. A short distance ahead, I see another such tree.
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