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Is that we know where it’s going. No yellow arrows, no mystery. Don’t get me wrong – I love my big local park with its birds, lake, reefs – but, I know it too well.

As joggers, dogs, families, even wanna-be peligrinas walk past. I’m grateful and even whisper a rhyme of thanks to two willow trees that inspired a published piece.

But soon enough, I promise myself

And in the meantime I say thank you for the green boughs, the feet that carry me along, the freedom to dream and plan.