Friday, August 12, 2005

far away

I stepped into the cool of Bishan Park this morning, and suddenly the gravel beneath my feet transformed into -- the wide, tree-lined boulevard of Central Park, the walkways through the Boston Commons, the meandering paths of Chicago's lakeshore. The rush of traffic transmuted into limosines fighting buses along Park Avenue, into cars zooming down Lakeshore Drive doing the speed limit and nothing more. For a long, peaceful moment, I was far away - and then the stray call of an oriole sounded over the thunder of a C-130 lumbering overheard, and I was home again.


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