Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Here's the lake where I walk. I get out of work and rush over here with the dog to catch the day's last rays. I look at the plants, the architecture, and the people. I've seen tailgate parties, soccer games, and construction workers. There are squirrels, and the poor leashed dog longs to chase them. There is a sculpture of a cat, a big cat, like a tiger or a bobcat. The dog bristles and barks at this statue. There are ducks and seagulls on the pond: dog ignores them. We brush against the web of community. We absorb the light on this hill, revel in the peaceful oasis of privileged and educated people.