Taking advantage of nature's perfect stage lighting.
Then in the morning, the gentleman who greets the day with reverential tai chi.
I might see the couple on the park bench,
Lazily reading before carrying on their day.
Tonight, it was the lone smoker; just young enough for his hobby to be a defiant statement
Rather than an ostracising habit.
Or sometimes it's just me and the jasmine; the evenings that smell of southern California.
I love this park. I don't even know its name,
But it's my favourite part of the ride.
Watched over by the beautiful old house
With the authoritative stained glass windows and impeccably placed fountain,
It's my little glimpse of the world on pause around me.
Caught between my two spheres of work and home, I watch them.
Just for that minute.
And I realise: I need my own park.
Somewhere outdoors that draws me to visit;
Invites me to breathe there,
Just for a while.
Daily demands are a-plenty, but life is about more than collapsing on a sofa.
We all need a haven.
Somewhere to go
When we've nowhere we need to be.
