clarity of being alone - by jaron - the way home

I walked through a forest today. There was a gap between a wall of bushes behind a parking lot. I tromped my way through. Unbeknownst to me the opening in the blooming wall led down to a dirt trail, which unfurled into a grassy-knolled, wooden vale. It all seemed remarkably fairytale-like, for being situated in suburbia.