I am sitting at Bryan Park, exactly 4 months after my last visit, on the same spot. I am doing the exact same thing.
The park hasn’t changed much. Neither have I.
The same hesitations, same doubts, same uncertainties are still overcasting on me. Luckily, I am just as optimistic as before.
Last time I was here, it was 8pm at night. I enjoyed the summer breeze. This time it’s a bit after 12pm in the afternoon. The temperature could not be more perfect, although the breeze is carrying the message of Fall.
I treasure this moment, a mini break after days of sleep deprivation, weeks of uncomfortability.
It’s all going to be great.