Retreat...Went for a walk again to Parque Calderón. There was a little celebration happening in the gazebo on the north side of the park. It appeared to be something about Jesus. The military band played in the background and this man danced with his handkerchiefs. People sat around the gazebo staring blankly into space. The afternoon air was thin and soft, blowing on its own accord. I sat down on a forest green park bench. Catholic girls walked by and looked at me as if I were an alien. Not really thinking of anything in particular, I fixed my eyes on a pigeon.
