church picnic
Saturday, October 11

awesome picnic in forrest hills park.

have to say, having a picnic in a real park is so much nicer than that fake-feeling Central Park. don't get me wrong, i like many nice spots in Central Park. but i just have a problem with how ppl have to play soccer in dirt, the grass feels GREASY from human oil, and it smells like dog poo or horse poo in too many areas. it's cool that you can look up and see high rise buildings encircling (enrectangling? ok, that was ok-su-su corny. edmund joke.) the park, but it's also a little depressing. i mean, when you want nature, you want nature.

back to forrest hills park. it was not exactly nature, either. i don't know how to describe it, but it was CLEAN. i mean, there was dirt everywhere, but the grass was not greasy, and the park just felt unadulterated.

and the WEATHER. oh my. one of the prettiest autumn days...

cool breeze, beautiful blue sky with little white clouds, leaves in the midst of changing from green to yellows, reds, and oranges. it was nice.

what was not so nice, was discovering that i am old. no, that i FEEL old. when we divied up teams for football, i was on the older half. first time that happened. on the bball court, felt like a stegasaurus. throwing a baseball around with situ, i had trouble throwing hard AND accurately. neither accurate nor precise. later on that day, i was ACHING.

this body. surprising. it's mortality and finiteness is becoming more and more real to me.

yakob at 2:41 AM

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