Dusty Trails

I walked through a different park this morning, and it most assuredly satisfied my inner longing. As I walked along the paths, I saw and felt poetry all around. Restful benches, oak trees, shadows of me and a bird on the ground. I have chosen to be flexible with my choices of walk-places. This inviting park had the feel of solitude, and I saw so few faces. Not a new park, but now surrounded by both a fire station and a school. The school addition also enhanced the park and community with a nice pool. But like so much of life, I observed other things more interesting today than yesterday. Larger than I had remembered, this park was like a haven of rest in the month of May. For many a year since my kids were little, I had not trod this little park. So quiet and serene, and barely in the distance, I heard a dog bark. There were both concrete walk-ways and paths unpaved. I felt a bit off the grid, a little rugged, and like a face unshaved. Dusty trails, a fresh cut of weeds, footprints, and bike tracks. No question about it, time and again, this park will draw me back. 05212018PS