Frolic on the lawn, says the lawn.
There is grass in stubby clumps of wide blades and coarse, firm edges. Somehow, they feel almost greasy.
Nearby is a lychee field. There are only a few lychee trees, which I cannot identify. Nearby is an elephant’s ear tree, and a wrinkled hickory.
They call this arch a portal. It’s a hundred years old. From what I’ve heard you could once see through it to a cove in Little Sarasota Bay. It was once a frame for a grande allée.
The frame still remains, even though the overgrowths of time and vine prevent the picture from being seen.
It will have to be a window into something else.