A walk in the park

I take a deep breath and I am filled with the heady smell of roses and lilacs and all the other spring flowers that surround the park.  If it is this heavy now imagine what it will be like in August when everything starts to pile up and ferment.

By August I am beginning to weary of the smell and the heat, but right now it reminds me of what I believe the hanging gardens of Babylon must have been like.

Looking up through the treetops, through the sweet smelling pine needles and the ancient sycamores, I see the world the way it has always been.  Before men began building their little human hills everywhere and chewing away at the land.

I feel very connected to the earth today, but I also realize I have begun to establish walking acquaintances.  People who appear in spite of the rotating semesters with students coming and going.  The squat little man with his squat little dog.  The tall lanky Dutchman and his wooly red retriever.  The elderly lady with two hiking sticks and the dog who brings his people with him everyday so they can throw his Frisbee.  We all nod and smile as we pass each other in the park.

Today I treated myself to looking at my new car on the last two quarters of every round while listening to the crows on that side of the park.  They have a whole language, an incredibly diverse set of calls and caws and sometimes I wish I spoke crow.

The squirrels are like silent little mimes unless they are making more little squirrels.  Then they are very vocal too!  They are cute and cuddly looking, although I really wouldn't want to try cuddling them.

In my head, even without my earphones or phone, I hear the music that accompanies my life.  The sound track of me played and sung by my other self.

Life really can be a walk in the park!