Yesterday I walked to a friend’s house. I usually walk through the park aware of destination. Yesterday I was stunned to see, truly see the path to the park. I didn’t even walk all the way into the park, too absorbed with all there was to see and be, so I walked partway in, sat, walked back. Today I think of veins, the teeny-tiniest ones, each filled with journey and path.

Entering


A place to sit


Crossing a Bridge





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