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||[May. 8th, 2005|05:42 pm]
Mother nature in all her glory; from the slight twinge of red in the leaves to the cool autumn breeze that caresses the branches before a rain. Here it is peaceful, here human and nature collide. I love sitting and watching the birds fly all around. Even though mere pigeons, they still seem to flock with the grace of a beautiful dancer. As they glide down from the sky, just inches away from hitting the cool pavement they recover and swoop back up into the midnight.|
At the same time though, surrounding this beautiful, passive, and serene park is the city. Dark and cold to look at, and within all of it’s filth holds the s, the homeless, and the bum’s that make this city what it is today. With a glance down the moon lit avenue, there is a man being arrested, he is handcuffed, being pushed against the wet curb. Across in the other direction there is a liquor store. It is the only light on the whole block that is still lit and accepting customers. The only people outside the shop are two men, sitting arm in arm with a bottle of rum, drinking away the last of their pocket change out of a rumpled and torn paper bag. And when I glance even farther down this long, shady block, there is a stray dog. This dog is just sitting and staring blankly back at me, but his vacant eyes still seem to convey pain and fear.
But breaking through his icy stare are the stunning birds, their dance lighting up the musty sky. When he glimpses them, he seems to change, to become something other then a straggly, abandoned mutt. Now, the eyes seem kinder and more like they eyes that belonged to my puppy when I was a child. The men at the liquor store, I see them with a different light as well. As the paper bag of rum is placed in the trash, they are huddling to keep warm, and there is a strange beauty evoked from their nothingness. In this emptiness they still have each other, and it seems that in this moment, in this time that’s all that is important. And even the man with the handcuffs has a new beauty placed upon him. For as the sirens wail, and he is being driven deeper into the city he is calling to his kids; “sorry daddy couldn’t get you food tonight, I love you .Tell Mommy that I love her too”.
So as I continue to study these streets, the streets that are lighted by the reflection of a few working lampposts on the damp pavement, I realize how special beauty is. Yes, this park is a beautiful escape from the city around it. But at the same time I realize that the city has it’s own beauty and no matter how rundown or appalling it may look, there is always something deeper. There is always a man with the handcuffs, or a couple sitting at the liquor store, or even just a lonely dog, but the most important is by far the pigeons. Those beautiful gray birds who dance throughout the night.