(1) The Light in the Park
Jul. 4th, 2016 12:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayWhen I got to Allen Park, this morning, the sunlight was streaming down. Through the landlocked canopy of maples and conifers scattered there. Across that oddly-sequestered hillscape within the town.
Most times when I've been there, of late, it's been empty. Except for the trees and their shadows which, in their highest parts, move with the wind.
There are, of course, the ghosts and it's with them that I hope eventually to speak. Just as I once spoke with their material selves. The ones no longer visible there.
And so I've decided that I'll go there again and sit, as I once did, beneath the trees. Beneath their broad canopy and the intermittent light, which moves. As I shall move, beneath them there, as well.
As carefully and quietly as the shadows. Seeking that place where I may hear their voices...
LPK
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7.4.16
Most times when I've been there, of late, it's been empty. Except for the trees and their shadows which, in their highest parts, move with the wind.
There are, of course, the ghosts and it's with them that I hope eventually to speak. Just as I once spoke with their material selves. The ones no longer visible there.
And so I've decided that I'll go there again and sit, as I once did, beneath the trees. Beneath their broad canopy and the intermittent light, which moves. As I shall move, beneath them there, as well.
As carefully and quietly as the shadows. Seeking that place where I may hear their voices...
LPK
LiveJournal
7.4.16
