One of the daily park sitters and his dog, Ryoma. |
A week ago when Subin and I took a walk along this same river, she told me how much she liked the colors. Instead of seeing the a lackluster landscape, she saw the soft beiges as a kind of comfort. She comes from Korea, where it's blue all day long, and Seattle with its steady greens and overcast greys that occasionally give way to vibrant blue skies. Never has she seen this dead grassland that makes up my childhood.
Looking again, I see tiny white flowers peeping out of the dead grass. A tangled bush of stickers frames its spiky balls against a steel blue backdrop. Across the river I see the sharp royal blue of a fishing boat waiting quietly on the shore. It's a pretty world.
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