A Saturday with a squirrel

I love to take pictures. I also love when it’s cold because there are very few people that go out meandering without intent. The park is mostly empty with a few solitary souls using the main path as a shortcut route.

I’m always drawn to the other side of the gardens, away from the main pathway running through the park, and it is rarely used since the pathway here that leads down to the river has been closed for the season.

I sit at the bench and watch my breath escape into the afternoon air. I close my eyes, just to focus on the sounds of the park. The few remaining leaves rustling against each other, birds flying, and the far-off city noise. I look down to see a squirrel.

“Hello” I say.