It’s a mile and a half each way.
A city park offering a glimpse of nature
the reward for a fast walk
made easier by the damp cold wind
and a sky going from light to dark gray.
In it’s cruel way spring was in reverse.
A place not special to most
especially given the weather
few would be there.
So in the quiet, perhaps a chance for magic.
House after house sameness
gave way to a spontaneity of green.
Would anything feel like celebrating the solitude of the day?
In the park hat brim lowered into a light rain
but continued on.
Then, after some distance, amidst the muted color as if seeking shelter, they appeared . . .
gray cold gave way to enchantment.
Thanks for stopped by.