Park as Watershed

Storming home from the Botanic Garden, where I got to hear Annie Hauck-Lawson's presentation on her work "Gastropolis," I passed through networks of the spring drunk citizens recreating in the park. Recreation is right, I was not the same person after I'd followed the enormous flow of space in the meadows that role continuously from Grand Army to Windsor Terrace. When my feet hit the newly softened and snow soaked sod after the trek over the pavement, I felt an easing in the bones and muscles. The winds were strong and moist by afternoon, the sky cloudy and grey, the still transparent forests dun layers of fanning branches. I was expecting to focus on bird calls and develop my ears a bit but when 2 men walking behind me carrying guitars started doing a premium rendition of "Squeeze Box," I gave it up.