June 20--walkabout

One of the places I pass on my walk. I like this park and never seem to get bored of walking here. I pass by places they remind me of what happened. I listen to music and think about things.

--there's the tree we were sitting under when we decided to go to Italy. we actually did it! it was the same day the goose and i became enemies.

--here's the bench where I waited to meet someone. we met, and i knew i had made the right decision all those years ago.

--we sat on the grass and watched the fireworks right over there. it was the fourth of july.

--here is where the birthday cake sank. it's a blowout on a birthday cake, and i'm a birthday candle floating on the lake. where are you? it's getting late.

--it started raining as i walked this path, and i didn't care. i was listening to a song called the beauty of the rain, and it made no sense to me. i cried.

--the woman with the black dog used to sit here. i wonder what ever happened to her?

--i found a pink feather in this field. the feather was the only reminder that a circus had been there. it was as if i knew a secret.

--i stopped here to take a picture. "this will be my picture of the day", i thought to myself.