It’s like a walk in the park …

… in July, with triple-digit temps, high humidity, flying insects, gravel in your tennis shoes, a cramp in your calf, other peoples’ screaming children running in your path, dog poo on the sidewalk, and bicycles in the pedestrian lane.

Other than that, things are great!

Tongue-in-cheek, yes, I know.

Things are fine; it’s just that sometimes I have to remember to look beyond all those things and notice the birds’ nest, the wildflowers, the children who are playing sweetly together, the elderly couple walking hand-in-hand, the smell of the grass and the beauty of the sunlight against the pond. It doesn’t help to dwell on the disturbances when there is joy to be found all around.