When walking on clear days I lift up my eyes and am startled by the contrast, the deep beauty of the line where where sky meets foliage. It is a combination only nature could pull off — shades of azure and emerald so brilliant that they would be considered tacky in any other setting.

As I admire the colors I wonder what this place is called. It’s not the horizon because it’s not where earth and sky meet. It’s more of a tree-rizon, where treetop meets firmament.

Whatever it is, it’s looking gorgeous these days.