We walked through the park, full of good food with the bridge soaring over us, looking up through the electric green bead-curtain of a weeping willow covered with a fog of tiny leaves, past a wedding, across the marshy, muddy mess of enthusiastic spring grass and many equally enthusiastic dogs, and finally down to the river, still cold and fast but friendly under a deep, vibrant blue sky full of puffy white clouds and sparkling sunlight, and there were ducks and geese and cormorants and blossoming trees painted white and pink and a family with matching cardigans (including the toddler) taking a photo and a puppy, and we breathed all the air and sunlight and connection and it filled in some of the sore and lonely spaces.
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