An alley of oaks

We arrived at dusk.  The road was an alley of oaks just like in the movies only my girlfriend was ahead on her mountain bike awaiting us.  I got out of the truck and hopped on the back of her bike.  I left my husband and children and became a child myself.  We rode together and she  showed me the different birds and pointed out a huge alligator.  When the car drove away the bike was the only reminder that we were in the present time. My mind reeled with the colors and views.  I took photo after photo in my mind.  The house was perfect.  It was built in the 30’s and is a sprawling one story ranch.  Perfection.  I was raised in a sprawling ranch house and still to this day it is my favorite. With view of flooded rice fields and an orchestra of wind and birds, I begin to began to understand the strong pull of the southern land.