Friday, May 25, 2012

Week in Seven Words #120

Early Sunday afternoon I sit on a bench by the fountain, my face brushed by its windblown mist as I eat a hamburger.

It's one of the best kept secrets of the city: a small rose garden crackling with bumblebees.

It feels like late summer here in the Ramble. The air in the early evening is heavy and warm; the trees look about as full and green as they'll ever get. I find a quiet place where the path slopes down to the water. Long-stemmed purple flowers grow there, and the light reflecting off the lake shimmers on the tree trunks. It's a deep gold early evening light that soaks into everything.

From the sidewalk they look like odd modern sculptures in metal or harsh plastic. Just as I'm about to walk by, it hits me: they're game pieces. Game pieces as big as people. I climb the steps to the sunlit plaza where they're displayed, among them chess pawns and the wheelbarrow from Monopoly.

They've invented a game where I'm a visitor at a museum who can't help but touch everything that's on display. As a punishment I'm to be repeatedly shot at with plastic space commando guns and dragged into a jail cell from which I will have to break out, so that I may go to the museum again and repeat the process.

It's an operatic evening. I'm not at the opera myself, but I do walk across a curving stone bridge that looks like it could be a prop for a soprano to stand on and sing. Then I go by the opera house when it's darker. The fountain lights are on, and the windows are golden.

At the end of the pier, the river feels like an ocean. All around us are boats, sunlight, and sky, water that doesn't seem to have an end in either direction.


Lucy said...

I love 'recidivism', what splendid imaginations they have!

I like 'unfurling'very much too; you do make me rather hanker to visit New York...

Relyn said...

Oh, I hope you'll return and take pictures of the pastime pieces. Please, please??

naida said...

I like the feelings you create with unfurling and cultivar.
To echo the commenter above, I hope you post a pic of the large game pieces if you snapped some :)
Enjoy your weekend.

Cottage Garden said...

Your seven words are wonderful. Thoughts of summer in every syllable!


HKatz said...

@ Lucy: Thanks! Unfurling though refers to Philadelphia, where I was at the beginning of that week. The Delaware River seemed vast.

@ Relyn - I think I have some pics, and will upload them ASAP once I find them :)

@ Naida - thanks! The rose garden referred to in cultivar is in Philly too. I'll try to find those game piece pics.

@ Jeanne - It feels like summer here already; thanks!

Thanks all for stopping by.

Relyn said...

Cultivar made me think of the Shakespeare garden where Jeffrey proposed. It made me happy just to think of it.

HKatz said...

What a great place to get a marriage proposal :)