I’m lucky to live in a walkable neighborhood–sidewalks, relative safety, nice houses and people. Even luckier, an adjacent neighborhood is more beautiful. (Oakridge Drive, for those of you who might care.) The houses are big and old, and so are the trees. The trees are majestic, even, and on this gorgeous fall day I’m trying to resist the word “dappled” for the sunlight streaming through them.
A friend recently moved into modest circumstances situated in a similarly deluxe neighborhood of Cleveland Heights. He likes to regard the streets surrounding him as his estate. As lord of the manor, he can walkÂ for blocksÂ and admire the well-manicured lawns and gardens. His workers take such good care of his domain!
I was imagining the same thing as I walkedÂ the streets of my affluent neighborsÂ this afternoon. What a good job my servants are doing! Since I’m still canine-bereft, I’m also appreciative that many households maintain friendly dogs to fulfill my canine needs. A certain Snowball stopped andÂ let me pet her while I chatted with her caregiver. As though reading my mind, Snowball leaned her whole weight against my legs and looked up adoringly into my eyes.
Do you “own” a park or neighborhood for walking? A place the world maintains for your benefit?