I Really do Hate To be Publically Sentimental

But yesterday I came across a scene in Lintel Park.  It was golden dusk when I saw a mixed Black-White family having a grill out for Easter, and while the happily chatted their children were running through the playground with some Muslim immigrant kids common to that neighborhood.  I was deeply moved by the beauty of it; surprised and honored by the fact that this is something I can just happen upon on any warm day.  These are my people.  My neighborhood, my nation, my Lincoln.  A human glory deserving the utmost love and protection. My modern age that I am blessed to have been born into.