Midnight Park

Velvet quiet,

wise lamps,

lakes like oil spills,

statues that wink behind you,

and the soft flutter of sleepless birds…

What’s there not to like about a midnight park?

And then you have the occasional oddball…

Such as the Frenchwoman who was talking to herself and gesticulating fiercely on lone alleys,

and then turned away whenever she came across me.

But she was too well dressed to be a madwoman, and
the blue blouse draped over her shoulders was quite chic.

So, when I espied her take out of her pocket a bunch of ruffled
papers, my doubts were confirmed:

Ophelia rehearsing.

The Joy of Walking

Walking Man by Victor Bauer
(c) Victor Bauer

Is there a more pleasant, refreshing, healthy, and philosophical activity than walking? Most of us take walking for granted, doing it because we have to, as a means to an end: to reach the grocery shop across the street, to lose weight, or to take the dog out. But is it not a delightful activity in itself, worth pursing for the simple pleasures it brings, such as the fresh breaths of air, the sounds, images, smells, and sensations of nature and of civilization, the opportunity to observe people from different backgrounds in all manner of situations, of being closer to nature?

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