Parking

I really, really want to go to the park. It's my retreat on days when I need to be outside to get some air and think. But, it's raining. Bummer.

This park abutts a neighborhood that I love, in which I will probably never afford to live. I even looked at garage apartments in this neighborhood. Sadly, I could not even afford that.

I have been hiding out in this park for many, many years. When I was 16 I would drive my best friends to Tulsa. We would hang out at Java Daves and feel much more mature than our tender age by drinking coffee drinks.

This park is just down the road from where Java Daves once was. On more than one occasion one of the three of us girls would sneak down to the park with a cute older boy. There is a tree in the middle of the park that holds many secrets of the adolescence of me and my friends.

Now, I sit under the same tree and think. It's a reminder to me that, while some things change...many do not.

Man, I want to go to the park. It's just a little rain. I guess I won't melt.