Icelandic

mesmerized by the genius of Piet Mondrian's Broadway Boogie Woogie come to life

I gazed down at a massive tree drawing sustenance through roots submerged in the waters at its base

each tree a single bead in the aerial tableau

sparkling essence of Times Square at twilight was a siren call

I noticed a lone biker as she walked her bike through the center of one of the aisles

and sizes below mirrored the iconic painting in a way that felt both surreal and grounded

Or did the products from those waters bring economic life to the people who lived and worked there

Was it really a tree

A serendipitous sighting southeast of Kyoto revealed a pinkish-purple patch in the distance

seemingly indifferent to the battle unfolding around it

the mystical

they had never before seen the tree