Many times I've used a bit of woodland, buffer between neighbors, as a faux focal point. Occasionally, space allows for this much meandering path, below. Most of the time, the path is a few steps leading to a faux gate. In each interpretation the path is 'real'.
In the moment, below, Nature's yearly leaf fall. Took me an ancient amount of time to realize, the trees are fed and enriched by letting go. And the same is true for us, if we'll let go. During senescens the color of photosynthesis is lost, and the true leaf colors appear. Another story written in plain view, by Nature, another metaphor. Beauty in letting go.
Pic, above, here.
Garden & Be Well, XO Tara