Day 35

I sit in a long traffic jam on the way home and passing the park at this pace gives me the rare opportunity to reminisce.
A stretch of green and water between two roads, one old, one new, both going in the same direction; rich with memories.
Starting with the tennis court where one obsessive summer I played my best friend every day, rally after rally, never tiring and for some reason never being asked to pay, despite the sign on the gate.
Close by there is the circle of trees, protective and ancient, once a forest to my four year old eyes when I was a princess and my grandma was a king, a wolf, a witch, whatever was needed.
And thinking of her makes me think of the museum, standing guard over the edge of the park, the museum that she made me fall in love with, the only one I ever have.

The lights finally change but all the way home I'm still there, the memories sparking one after the after like the fireworks watched in the park with the people I have loved.