Now that warm weather is here, I keep the window open in our bedroom, the window that looks out on the park across the street.
In the morning, as the sun rises and wakes me up, I see elderly people walking their excited little dogs along the pathways. I see middle-aged couples power-walking to burn off the fat.
Mid-day, it is moms, and sometimes dads, who inhabit the park with their small children.
In the afternoon, school kids of all ages walk past on their way home.
It is in the evening, when I am winding down for the day that the park is the noisiest, occupied by giggly, squealing teenage girls and overly-attentive teen boys.
In the course of one day, the circle of life is captured in the park across the street.