naked to see
starring at the sun. the eyes wander to the roadside, and here it is - appearing in all its shrouded splendor and irregular branch patterns, the textured stems and root system
a bit longer and the vision is gone; getting dressed in myriad of peripheral details and layers - all these parking lots, cars, buildings in the background are wrapping around the first impression like a tarp, but the power of the first sight is still echoing in the subconscious labyrinth