life on pause
there’s a quiet park near where I live where I go to occasionally to sit and read. there are gorgeous banyan trees with sprawling roots that seem like they have been around forever and have seen it all. there’s a small lake with gold fishes and terrapins. (mostly) old folks sit here to read newspapers, to play chess, to chat or to do taichi.
it’s a tiny oasis in the midst of the concrete desert.