I pass this every week when I pick up my son from his city apartment.
I’ve even been up in the water tower once years ago. I’m sure we must have walked around the park at the time, but I didn’t remember so much being here.
It’s a city oasis, surrounded by heavy traffic and fascinating old buildings.
Flowers and fountains
Pathways and benches,
And the sun setting on the purple and red and gold of the spring
Nice to be out
In lightly cool spring evening breezes
Nice to move
To climb stone steps
To touch the strength of a hundred years
of the endurance of our city
Rambling ... 