Sunday, October 16, 2016

Prospect Park

Sunday night and the park has been filled this weekend.  It's been warmer and sunny but some of the trees have gone red and orange and there's a sense that something less hospitable is coming. 

A father though was at the edge of the lake teaching his son to skip rocks on the water and I felt something good and real like not the delusional nostalgia that we all suffer from sometimes.  There were autumn days like this one way back and a few not so way back and they were good.

They were real.

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