blurs

i drift over the pathways and see:

• a dusty blue crane, gazing curiously at a fisherman dropping his line into the canal
• a slow old lady, holding the leash of a chihuahua that's up on the hip-height wall so she doesn't have to reach down as far to pet him
• strangely twisted tree trunks that render into hoops at certain viewing angles
• a minivan with the name of a street ministry painted on the side, depositing speakers and folding chairs
• a back alley servicing a yoga studio, exotic dancers, karaoke bars, and a baptist church
• a sign banning shopping carts from the park, so the vagrants push baby strollers full of plastic bags wrapping their belongings

31 December 2018 13:10