The Horizon

I am sitting in a park blogging, and the best part of this adventure is that my only worry seems to be whether or not I’ll get pooped on by a pigeon. I wonder if that happens to people often? I keep getting beamed in the head by these little buds falling from the trees. It is very windy. It is a nice warm windy that opposites the winds of Winnipeg, Canada (where until two weeks ago, I resided). I am eating this delectable bean soup and drinking a lime soda (I bought it because I remember it from an italian cafe I onced worked at called Haz Beans!) - a man just interrupted me. He was a nice old man talking about how he’s a PC man but MAC’s are easy to use. As he talked I was thinking about how long he would stand here and talk to me because I just wanted to write. But then I realized how refreshing it is to talk to someone other than myself - I just got pelted again. So instead of complaining think it might be nice to revel in the random interuptions. I am finding that it can be rare in this city, for people to talk to you. I think maybe in listening to them, I might learn a lot. I found a website www.bryantpark.org - it tells me everything I need to know about this park: I found all these free concerts, movies and writers workshops. I signed up for a bunch of workshops and I am coming here to see Norah Jones, Rascal Flatts, and a few others that I can’t remember. I am also going to come and see old movies in the park. I am so elated right now, I feel so free.