The enchanted bend

When I volunteer at KBOO, I usually walk home down Ankeny, then turn south on 33rd, where it skirts the west side of Laurelhurst Park.

There’s something about that part of the walk — the dip to Pine, the curve to Oak, the final straightaway to Stark — that makes me slow down from a trot to a stroll or even a stop, and just…think.

No, that’s not it. I don’t think, exactly. I see. For just a minute, my mind ignores the day-to-day and re-focuses on The Big Picture; what life has been and could be.

I couldn’t live my whole life in that state — without the day-to-day, how would The Big Picture matter? — but I treasure those minutes.

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