Literarily the best park I've been to in a very long time. A child's game on sign posts pointing to authors across the country. Riddles and rhymes and bits of wisdom in and along the walks and walls to encourage quiet contemplation amidst Charlotte's growing grating and groaning. A small space to savor the shining sun on a calm cold winter's day; to ponder the permanence of pen and paper and the transient nature of nature.
I should come back in the spring with a book, a chair, and eighteen dollars for provisions except for the noisy neighbors.