I actually live here. Twenty years ago, I wouldn’t have believed it. I wouldn’t have had the tools to take it all in. Living on the West Coast, in a city like Oakland? Biking alongside a lake in sunny weather and watching people exercise or lounge on blankets and chairs?
It’s hard to believe this is home, a home. Familiar and noted when I notice it and ignored when I’m in a car just trying to get from one place to another, not taking time to be present and grateful. It reminds me that I put filters on moments so I can remember one day that I used to put filters on moments.
