Friday, January 15, 2010

the park

friday, jan 15: the late-afternoon winter sun slants through the pine trees, warming the sentinels just enough for them to give off the slight scent of nostalgia. i walk gently, softly, and then jog, floating on air. children's shouts are faint in the distance; dog owners whistle and chase after their charges on a rare, wide expanse of green lawn. i am free, unbound. i am alive. i am joy.

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