Notes I took on a napkin two years ago in a New York City park:
Waiting for Andrew
-Woman polishes her shoes with a tissue
-Rottweiler drinking from his owner’s water bottle
-Large man listens to his iPod; his pant cuffs pull up to reveal his ankles with each step.
-People, strangers, sit closer here.
Poetry.
It’s interesting going back over old writing notes ones made to oneself. Not always the happiest experience though…
Still, it reminds you that it’s all in the details.