Under the oaks

An occasion to break away from staring at boxes on a computer all day delivered me to a drive through a row of old live oaks. The sun beaming down through the canopy of intertwined branches created a pattern of speckled shadow on the road ahead. At other times of the year in New Orleans, the strength of the sun's ray's would be something to avoid, but today, with a cool front over the city, every particle of sunshine raining down and warming my skin was an affirmation of the joy of living.