See the wires? I love them!
They're strung up along poles in front of my house. I can see them from my front window.
I know I'm not supposed to love them, that wires and poles are supposed to be underground, out of sight.
They're best in the evening when the shadows are long and a light breeze causes them to sway gently from side to side, like two people dancing or having a good conversation.
It's poetic, I suppose, to see the wires this way, seeing them this way gives me the kind of delight I can quickly translate into hope. Hope's where I live now.