It’s early. Most folks are still in bed after a late night. A few hardy souls are out in the sunshine and brisk air.<\/p>\n
They walk slower than those who\u00a0arrive at the park later. \u00a0The joggers barely lift their feet off the ground. It’s as if they are going through the motions.<\/p>\n
This morning promenade has a higher purpose. A thin\u00a0man walks with his hands in his pockets. \u00a0He hunches over into the wind. As he takes each step he ponders his place in the world. The middle aged woman inhales\u00a0the crisp cold\u00a0air. She swings her arms as she moves along the path. She sits on a\u00a0bench and gazes at the ripples on the water.<\/p>\n
Eventually the man’s hands come out of his pockets and his\u00a0chin rises up. The woman stands and smiles as she watches three ducks frolic in the water.<\/p>\n
Ripples pass across the flag before it snaps to in a gust of wind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"