I started the day in long underwear, two jackets, hat and gloves. When I got out of work at 10:45am the sun was out and the air warming fast.
When I returned home I decided to walk to Crystal Lake Park with my guitar, lunch, writing paper, and a book.
Before I left I brought the dying hen out into the sunlight, under the large fir trees. I sensed the end was near, as she could not keep her eyes open any longer.
On my walk to the park I imagined the spot I wanted to visit, a bench which is in the corner of a secluded open space, next to the lake.
Before I arrived I crossed paths with a large man with a large dog. I asked what kind of dog it was, he said its name is Oreo, a Great Dane/Lab mix.
The man, whose name is Isaac, was sad because Oreo is getting old and having health problems. This led him to say, "We all have our time to go, and it won't be long before it is here, even for you and me. People are always getting angry, arguing politics, not getting along, but one should rather be enjoying the little time we have been given."
At the park I took my seat on the bench and watched sunlight mingle with tree shadows.
I sensed movement nearby and I watched a beautiful woman and a young boy approach.
I smiled.
"This is your favorite place to sit, isn't it?" asked the woman.
"Sometimes."
"This is my favorite place."
"Please sit here, I have many favorite places. I can walk into the woods and sit there."
"No, I just wanted to tell you that this is my favorite place, too."
