A couple of weekends ago, Alice, the Human Male, and I decided to have breakfast at Founders Park in Old Town, one of my very favorite places in the world.
The thing that I love most about Founders Park is that it’s everyone’s park. Every person that walks by, every bench they sit on, every spot on the lawn where they throw a blanket, is theirs. And yours. I don’t know quite how to express it in words, but if you ever end up there, you’ll understand. It belongs to everyone.
That feeling isn’t limited to people. As The Human Male and I sat on our regular bench, we noticed a black lab that was play in the grass behind us. His owner had let him off his leash (while not fenced in, it’s considered the “dog” part of the park) and he was playing in the sprinklers. He bounced through them, tried to bite the water stream, and rolled around on the soppy ground.
I can’t think of the last time I saw such pure joy.
