Monday, April 1, 2013
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.