I was driving back from a quick visit to friends I haven't seen for a long time at around 5 pm today, when I passed these trees. It was one of those moments where you see something that holds such a lot (in this case a place) and you only realize what you saw when you have passed it.
The moment clung to my wake and overtook me, and I made a U-turn and immediately felt the excitement of the lone explorer. Vincent was sleeping in the back - so I was truly alone and in a magical place. It was a rare enjoyment.
I will go back some day and find the poetry that goes with it. For now it is enough to know that it is there.