I stood before this orchard overflowing with wildflowers, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had to stop and look around. Why was my car the only one, pulled urgent and crooked to the side of the road? Where were all the people? Where was the long velvet-roped line to wait in, before one could stand before it?
I looked up at the sky. Dozens of swallows circling lower and lower at a gentle, healing pace. I looked out again and at the moment right before my very eyes.
Where are all the people? Where is the line? How did I get so lucky?