I used to come to this park when I was a teenager; it was my first real awareness of "being in nature."
Although sometimes I feel it's better to leaf them well enough alone.
There are textures, colours, and ready-made collages to be found at one's feet that never leaf me uninspired.
There are tangerine-toned fungi all puckered up and red leaves that look like whiskery, lipsticked kisses.
There are parsley-shaped leaves, green furry moss, and mushrooms shaped like cauliflower ears.
And in the distance, there is almost always a ship, usually the one seen from my bedroom window
although this morning I was rather surprised to see a cement-mixing truck being towed up the inlet.
While I'm at it, how a boat an altered view from my window?
Still coasting along,