A basketball lies idle by the gate on a cold January day.
On our very first visit to Lexington, two years before we moved here, I noticed this arch in a tall privet hedge at the corner of Jefferson and McDowell streets. I knew next to nothing about the town, and not a single soul who lived here, but this little spot stuck with me.
It's still one of my favorite corners. (Of course, this being a small town, I now know who lives here.)