At 6:30 AM on Friday morning,
I left my hotel and walked over to the
Boston Public Gardens. A bright haze
illuminated the
gardens caused by
the rising sun reflecting off the park lagoon. As I entered the park, I
observed several
interesting situations. There was a man laying across a park bench, his
head covered
with a black vinyl cape, sleeping soundly. As I proceded
down the path, I watched four elderly gentlemen
having a
lively discussion in Chinese. I stopped and greeted them. I asked the gentlemen " How
do you say 'Good Morning Gentlemen'
in Chinese?"
All four gentlemen responded (nee how). I thanked
them and wished
them all a wonderful, bountiful day.
As I approached the ornate
bridge that spans the lagoon, I saw a young
lady with her infant son looking
at the elegant swans
majestically floating about their domain. The swans would stop
occasionally and
dunk their heads into the lake causing
their "fannies" to raise upward creating an interesting
and humorous
image.
As I crossed the bridge, the
little boy and his mother smiled at me. I
smiled back.
These experiences complemented by the aesthetic
beauty
of the
gardens made me
feel at peace even in a troubled world.
(nee how). I thanked
them and wished
them all a wonderful, bountiful day.
