26 Mar 2022

Sleepy Saturday, crowded on the southbound train, a day of new park paths to wander and things to see. The people who pass — I imagine their internal lives and little wishes, romanticizing their secret pains. Everyone is outside, airing interior selves.

A bearded man with glasses, salt and pepper hair, and a black jacket smiles at the ground beneath him, the cement of a park path. Small, bright yellow leaves on tree branches extend across the foreground in all directions.

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