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[felicula]

One foot follows another, the plodding heartbeat upon the pavement. One raindrop anoints my face, falling from where it had collected in the treetops. Step by step my legs carry me onward, surrounded by the wild that so startled me when I first beheld it so near to civilization. The hum of the city is still an undertone to the chatter of birds and the approaching, whispering hint of rushing water.

Like my sacred places in years past, my feet know where they are taking me as surely as my mind ever could. It's a place I go in joy and in sadness, in wonder and in desolation. One short walk from routine into otherworld. If I unfocus my eyes as I walk, I can forget for a time the thousands of people so close to this patch of green.

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[dawnstar.livejournal.com]

Wow. That was beautiful. Completely poetic. :)

[blackfelicula.livejournal.com]

***blushes*** Thank you. ***smiles*** Yesterday I took a walk down my favorite way to see the lower and middle falls. ***will have to show you sometime***

The end of my street looks like the end of the world until you look and see the gorge over the fence. Going right on the path takes you along the edge of the gorge, into a place that could be wilderness except for the backs of houses, fence, path, and occasional discarded wrappers (uck). It emerges in Maplewood Park, where the rose festival is held in June and where a stairway takes one down, and down again, along a path under the Driving Park bridge lower falls. Following that path takes one to the park that lies between lower and middle falls. There is a piece of artwork there that looks like a circle of standing stones.