Pathway

A pathway, littered with leaves, dappled with light; like shade but not shade, dark but not dark.  

Water chattering from fountains, ducks chasing droplets, ripples chasing ripples, leaves bobbing, shadows drift, from trees, stretching fingers across the disturbed surface. 

Gravel crunching, popping under heavy tread, Snaking path, disappearing, inviting discovery. The hidden vistas - there; but not there, the huge sweeping lawns, brush the edge of lakes, clean crisp and manacured, carpet like lawns, and huge skies mirrored.

Driveways from horizon to horizon all dotted 'round with structures scattered here and there - everywhere.