Somber splendor Minneapolis dusk

Somber splendor on an autumn’s eve. A road of mansions, stone walls, thick, sturdy trees. Permanent wealth, on public display. Or private. Homeowners look at me suspiciously. Or do I imagine this? From the street, I see brightly lit libraries heavy with books. Oil paintings. Such well-groomed houses when I can’t even put my laundry away. Must be exhausting.