Smoque was in our systems, a movement was growing in us, a movement to not rush off into something.  We aimlessly made it to the park, the one just north of Holstien, across the street from the pool.  This was about a week ago, but the park and this woman’s laugh are still with me.  There are many things still with me from that park.  Her meandering accent and pretty blues for one.  The distaste we both had for the doting mother of the two latino chubby kids.  The wonder of what the deal was with the two teens and the toddler, the two girls zipping through the park on their bikes, one of which was between crying and anger, the soon to be art school rocker cool 10 year old who was cooler than beans in soak.  The people who really did kind of resembled their dogs.  Even the crazy laughing old man, alone on his bench, yuckin’ it up.  All these things and more will stay with me a long time.  And to think, it was just a pit stop before going to see a flick.  Three hours later, we leave. I need some park time again, soon.

August 5th, 2010 Subscribe to the RSS feed!