Tonight I walked by Sylvester Park, a traditional town square park. Once the town’s youth gathered there but this was 60 years ago. These days the cops run the kids from the square once the sun sets. But tonight was the spring artswalk and the people made the rules at least for a few hours. Wonderful things happen then.
It was the first spring night, not raining and not cold, everything waking. The young people had filled the park in small groups to be seen. They laughed and waited for someone to say something that made them laugh again.The grass had recently been cut, and for four days it had gone without rain, and so the ground had dried just enough that some could sit on the grass for the first time since fall throuh winter rains came early and continued into a late spring. The ground was happy to have the kids back. Something timeless there. Something they would remember in 60 years. Something I remembered passing them.