The alley weary brick lined its surface scarred the aroma of dampness lingering waits expectantly for its fraction of sunlight   never enough to heal the sordid lingering air like sidewalks wide streets or parks where children play   the alley is the center between buildings holding out for a few angled moments    


The slow drip of sand under a stone bridge.  Above, clouds dampen a dry sun.  The park welcomes all without prejudice. Easy hats sit smartly; umbrellas stand at the ready.  Vows of dedication, newspapers and Books complete the image. Park benches remember James Barrie and the children pirates. And C.S. Lewis offering passages to other … More A RESTING PLACE