As I gaze at the river, the waters are calm.
The air is warm and humid.
The smell is putrid.
The foliage lush and green, a sign that summer is in full swing
With the birds chirping relentlessly and the families big and small riding bikes and strolling, waiting on food or trying to get into shape.
All unaware I am watching them.
The smell of BBQ fills my nostrils from a nearby restaurant.
I sit and watch as a sweat-covered gangly man, scratches his nose as sweat drips down his face.
The fat little girl rides her bike, trying to keep up with the rest of her family. Poor girl, with the tear-filled eyes.
The mom, with two youngsters, stops suddenly. She has a scowl on her face as she pulls the boy aside scolding him for something I cannot hear.
The young girl pouts, as her brother's tears run down his face.
A blonde bimbo with enormous fake breasts zooms by on her name brand bike, probably the first time she's ever ridden it.
Her husband, I assume is close behind.
The young moms with helmets trying to lead by example.
As their youngsters ride by.
A big lady with a northern accent yells at her her father, "you have to push the red button"
Her son, Lucian starts walking down the path--
Beep, beep, beep
The horn continues.
"Dad, the red button.. Lucian wait..."
" OK Patricia."yells the dad from the white suburban.
They family starts down the path.
The horn begins again as they disappear around the bend.
Oh hell.
Lucian comes running back, he has a speech impediment and cannot pronounce his R's correctly.
He is followed by his sister.
Observations.
Being aware of one's surroundings.
Being aware.
Just being.
Namaste'.
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