maui is my natural habitat. the
whole five weeks i was there i spent most
of my waking hours outside, and even indoors
fresh breezes blew through open windows.
yesterday, i didn't leave our apartment, let
alone the building, sealed in a bubble of stale
air. here, i need to make an effort to get out
and exercise. sporadic
sun beckoned, so sarah and i walked to
nearby volunteer
park water tower, whose two gently
spiraling staircases really get your blood
flowing. after two years of covid, the city has
yet to designate up vs. down to keep visitors
from crossing paths in the tight
passages, so some anarchists
took matters into their own hands and i applaud
their initiative. call it CHAS--Capitol
Hill Autonomous Signage. spring was in the
air, lovers
locked together managed to fling a ball to
their dog without breaking their clinch. this
playground was a sad
sight but i doubt the kids mind. as
children, we were thrilled to discover a creek
whose mud had remarkable sculptural qualities,
disregarding that it was effluent from an
industrial dry cleaning facility. ah, sweet
innocence of youth! we moved from playground to
adjacent graveyard, where the
famous and obscure ride together through
eternity in odd juxtapositions.
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