The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[wanna_be_lucas]

Henry David Thoreau once wrote: Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit and resign yourself to the influences of each.

Lucas clicked his phone shut and palmed it in his hand as he walked through the park, thinking about the plans he'd just made to visit his mom.

The day was remarkably nice, if windy, so Lucas took up a spot on a bench to people watch with a new novel.

[open like a park]