Eleven Days of Freedom

Spent the first of eleven days of freedom at Bonelli Park. Pretty good start.

 "Time, time, time

See what's become of me...

Look around

The grass is high

The fields are ripe

It's the springtime of my life

Seasons change with the scenery

Weavin' time in a tapestry

Won't you stop and remember me?

Look around

Leaves are brown

And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Look around

Leaves are brown

There's a patch of snow on the ground..."

(Simon)