The Park

Wednesday January 14, 2004 @ 03:10 PM (UTC)

I really love living across from a park. There are a million reasons, but here is today’s: opening the garage door and walking towards my car, only to stop and stare out at the world. Rain was falling, dense but not heavy, and the faint, tiny slaps of the drops against the street were softened and overwhelmed by a million drops bowing the glossy grass blades, splitting among evergreen needles, drumming on the tree trunks, and collapsing with a sigh into the softly flowing stream.

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