Sensory feast
This morning, walking around the bayou, I passed a man in a flowing orange robe – Hari Krishna from their home on Esplanade. Turning the corner, came a group of nuns walking in a single file towards the church. Crossing the Magnolia Bridge three nutrias swam in a V, headed north. L says that D said the park is creepy and threatening – really? – I see moss fat from the trees, a lagoon where herons and egrets bathe themselves with the swans and ducks. Friends and neighbors – dogs and children – and a sense of plenty and bounty.