As I was walking one night at Hohlt park I noticed a couple ahead of me walking slowly. They didn’t have athletic clothing on, rather a polo and khakis for the man and capri pants and a knit blouse for the woman. The woman stopped on the bridge to take a panoramic shot of the park and I thought to myself that was strange, assuming they were probably locals.
I walk at Hohlt Park often and find it rather mundane at this point in my life. I notice how awful it smells some days, especially as the absence of a summer breeze won’t blow the smell away. I walk around the track and see everything as normal and plain. I’ve seen it hundreds of times before, the only changes are in the leaves during the various seasons.