86/365 Salute of the Drum Major
The trail I walked meandered through razed ground. Eventually grass, shrubs, flowers, and sproutling trees would fill in the overturned earth and over time the new park would fill in. But for now, on this cold January day in 2006, just the trail existed; the trail and the far off trees. The ground around me rose and fell with the sculpted contours of the future park. I walked by the future pond that would be a place for birds and fish, parents and children. I saw future picnic areas and the beginnings of a rock bridge. I wandered around a bend, looked around me and imagined how this park will blossom. Off in the distance I saw, what? A statue perhaps? A tree? What was it doing? It looked like a drum major rallying his band. The trees responded by moving into formation. I listened for music and heard faint echoes of Soussa in my head. I smiled. This will be a wonderful park indeed.