A true story from an evening at the park

I see two guys playing some toss with a football, their spirals are off but they’re having fun.

Groups of friends, two or three, hanging out on the grass.

I see a homeless man sleeping on the hill.

Then, a Spanish speaking couple taking a walk, having a happy conversation.

I see a girl on the phone, I can hear her conversation. She says she wants to move out before she breaks up with her boyfriend. She asks, “weren’t you fit in high school? Or elementary school?”

She says, “move to Seattle.” Then, “I don’t want to move to Idaho… because I don’t want to be a small town girl anymore.”

I see planes flying over. Every 5 or 10 minutes. Full of people going somewhere, to a place far from this park. From here they seem to all fly in the same direction, but surely they do not.