It was a small garden; it made all the details matter so much more.  I was struck by the grand entrance with its carefully tailored foliage leading to the vista. 

Smelling the damp post-storm air of late summer was unusually refreshing. 

The sound of falling water took over the rhythm of the city momentarily. 

Then there was a wall of creeping vines to envelope a small passageway, if they could talk...

 

 

Late Summer

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