Park song, edition 11

An extra early check out provides time to explore. The gate to the Observatory is closed with a guard. No bother, make way across the street to Kowloon Park. Watch a man read happy on a bench.

The skyline pokes out behind shadow trees draped to the ground. The flamingoes scatter lazy pink feet across the pond. The silver spinning sculpture shines in the morning light. Sneakers turn corners in the maze of shrubs; then disappear into hiding places in the park.

Resist the urge to lay head on backpack and snooze into a rest. Point toe north east and skip underground.