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I stayed too late watching Grand Budapest Hotel on LB's new TV (which is S's old TV), then left babbling messages of goodwill all over the Internet in a frenzied state of benevolent fatigue.


In addition to being structured around a series of thoroughfaric vortices, this city is also populated by innumerable small roving parks who drift on earth-currents from site to site. One can hunt them, like Pokemon.

Here are today's parks:

1. Postage Park
Difficulty: 0

The park at the bottom of the hill, which has another name, but is Postage Park to me because it is small and square. It used to be flat, too, but a few years ago they came in and remodelled it with a rustic fence and a manufactured hillock and a driftwood-framed sand pit and a new swing-set in a slightly different position than the old swing-set and two poles between which you are meant to imagine a badminton net (or whatever kind of net you wish, I suppose).

2. Pocket Park
Difficulty: 3 (Shifts up and down Bay St.)

This park (which also has some other name, but who cares) can only be reached via walk-through. It has no street access at all. It's surprisingly large for a secret hideout -- about three regular housing lots along each side. There's a Narnian lamp-post, an elaborate playground, and a green garbage can helpfully labelled #35.

3. Ridge Park
Difficulty: 8

Couldn't find it.

4. Baseball Park (N.I.R.N)
Difficulty: 0

Cut through on the way to

5. Summit Park (actual legal name)
Difficulty: 2

The ground was carpeted with purple croci and there were many dogs leading their people about. The reservoir was surprisingly low given the late amount of rain. The ducks were moody. At this time of year we could normally expect daffodils and all sorts of other flowers, but this is not a normal year. The moss was deep and vividly green and full of sodden secrecy.

6. Ridge Park
Difficulty: 7 (Reduced by familiarity)

Caught it on the way back. This is another park you almost can't see from the road. It cuts in behind some housing, and is just a strip of rock and wild grass with a path through it and a swing-set at one end. It's like a clipping taken from Summit Park. I hope it takes root and grows.

I saw a beautiful cat on the way home, a tortoiseshell mottled bronze and black like sunlight fragmented in an iron-dyed pool. She flashed away when I stepped in for a better look.


Audio version of this post Here.

Crossposted from Dreamwidth (http://radiantfracture.dreamwidth.org/7353.html), where there are comment count unavailable comments. Comments either place are great.


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