Facing the empty lot where the bus station trailer used to be parked.
I took a walk along the bike path. The first place I stopped was the old Greyhound Bus Station. Details started getting my attention, like the leaves hanging onto the branches of these saplings. Then the old beautifully bent tree trunk at the Peace Park, here the red fuzzy plants masquerading as birds and then, when I got back home, watching the sun come out over this stand of trees just behind my house.
