Dear Clark Park,
I love that a sunny day attracts so many young people to your tall trees and green grass for idle lollygagging, breezy sports, and chatty hang time. You have proper quiet dappled sunlight, proper wind-through-the-leaves. I love your fresh chairs and fresh grass, the susurrus of all your friends. I don’t see you as often as I’d like, but please don’t take that to mean that I think you are anything less than the best kind of social butterfly, a gracious host, a kind friend. Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn’t be closer to you so we can spend more time together.