This sign was immediately the boss. STOP, stay a minute, see what happens.
I went on a walk a bit ago to a park 1.3 blocks from my house. It's not large or manicured; I don't think any map has found it worthy of mention.
I brought a few towels to sit on, as dogs are this parks primary visitors, and my camera. I sat down and started looking; listening. My heart rate slowed, and without my consent, enjoyment scuttled like a flustered mama around me, pointing out details and beauty all around, making sure I saw and appreciated.
The city cranes became works of art.
The detailed border of the park became a gilt-edged frame.
The vase of market flowers in the window across the street invited me in.
The grasses around my towel (s) like a paint swatch from Home Depot.
I phoned The Non-Scotsman to come and join me, to share this scene, and of course to bring 2 glasses and a bottle of wine. This spectacular scene called for backup, for celebrating.