thoughts at the park.
Yesterday, as I was walking through Hugh MacRae Park, a big gust of wind breathed through the tall pines surrounding me. The wind chimes dangling off the back of one of the bordering houses started to play, & as I stared up at the rich blue sky & shining sun, I felt other-worldly. The chimes sounded vaguely reminiscent of the little gifts sent to the tributes in The Hunger Games, & I was suddenly & wonderfully aware of how magical the world can be.
photo: light & crepe myrtles \ iphone