In an effort to prevent myself from ripping someone’s head off and sh*tting down their neck, I tore out of the apartment to take a brisk walk around the neighborhood. Cruising down Louisiana Avenue, I noticed that it was busier than I’d hoped, everyone making wide circles, maintaining our distance as advised. I turned back into the residential area hoping to find more solitude.
My rage began to subside after a few blocks and I turned back towards home, much sweatier and a bit thirstier than I expected, and had to stop and enjoy the beauty of one of my most favorite homes in the neighborhood.
Not only is this house a stunningly well-kept example of a double-gallery, the couple who live there maintain a gorgeous garden. In the springtime, I could linger on that corner for at least a half hour, taking in the different hues of hibiscus, a flower which I suspect is their favorite.
But today, I fell in love with two beautiful plants overflowing with dangling, white and pink angel trumpets. Just their mere presence, swinging in a gentle breeze, brought peace to my soul. My sanity was restored … for now.
