Imagination; words as art; images of reality become works of fiction." -Marilyn Clare
We follow a path in life. We dream dreams
of things we want in life. Something about Lake Harriet, Linden Hills that endorses
freedoms for ideas and calms the inner spirit. We explore thoughts, one and then
another and then another; similar to how the pages read in Nathaniel Hawthorne's
novel, The Scarlet Letter or Henry
David Thoreau's reasoning to move to Walden.
That's what happens when walking the trail at Lake Harriet.
Lake water edges the path and reflects
the blue sky. The Band Shell, trees, flowers, and leafy bushes elude our
escape; life's realities are back there somewhere.
Walk with me—Missy Mouse Meets THom Elf was written here.
A NOIR VIEW
Music Plays In Front Of The Window
window is just a window A window of glass and frame of wood viewed from
inside out or outside in, matters not. A window is just a window.
...walking at the lake
Black and white, Noir's delusions of a
painted world; characterized by the absence of light and crouched seemingly
into a corner. The ways of the world, responsibilities day to day or day in
and day out. Walking the path at Lake Harriet, couleur ignites moods of splendor;
wistfully dims shadows of any day's darkness. The sun casts luminous energy—gold,
yellow, subtle red, and orange upon the faces of passersby. Everyone smiles
and says, "Hello." All shadowy glimpses of life fade away...
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