Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Monday, September 6, 2021
Holiday In The Park
Lying on our backs in the shade, soft grass beneath us, breezes cool and gentle. The park murmurs to itself with the voices of children playing frisbee, with the meaningless whispers of couples breathing one another, with dogs barking, with music from countless speakers dancing over the lawn, while in the distance, the festive boom of a sound system beats out a playful, rhythmic bass.
"Two drinks at brunch and we're homeless in the park," Katie, eyes closed, mutters to no one. I watch the clouds dissolve in a blue sky, and a hawk soars overhead into the trees.