detour
One day last week I was tempted down a different street on my way to work.
I've walked this street before, as a teenager.
My family would spend weekends in town and shop and visit museums and...
my dad would bring my mom to this very street.
My parents would browse and shop and buy and I would roll my eyes and heave and sigh and want to head uptown. Or downtown. OR to Serendipty. OR ANYWHERE but there. Plants!
Boring!
But, last week, on my way to work, that street felt very different.
The air felt cooler. (see my splint?!)
The atmosphere was bustling but in a happy way.
Look at that delivery!
The air smelled fresh and green. (yes, air can smell green)
Inspiration was all around me.
It was like another world.
By the time I had walked to the end of the street,
I felt rejuvenated.
And it was only 8:15.
I've walked this street before, as a teenager.
My family would spend weekends in town and shop and visit museums and...
my dad would bring my mom to this very street.
My parents would browse and shop and buy and I would roll my eyes and heave and sigh and want to head uptown. Or downtown. OR to Serendipty. OR ANYWHERE but there. Plants!
Boring!
But, last week, on my way to work, that street felt very different.
The air felt cooler. (see my splint?!)
The atmosphere was bustling but in a happy way.
Look at that delivery!
The air smelled fresh and green. (yes, air can smell green)
Inspiration was all around me.
It was like another world.
By the time I had walked to the end of the street,
I felt rejuvenated.
And it was only 8:15.
Comments
An oasis in the middle of the city.
Although I have to say, something about that very first photo up there evokes Cloverfield for me. I'm experiencing a bit of cognitive dissonance, yo.
Paola
And how nice to have that memory of your dad bringing your mom there to walk and look and buy and be refreshed.