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.