skyline

I like to lean on the railing on Skyline Drive and look into the steep, wide ravine of Chester Park pierced with tall conifers and birch, and above it a wide expanse of blue sky. Behind me, cars zip along Skyline, presumably "taking in the view" at 30+ miles per hour, and joggers and power walkers pump along the sidewalk for their daily exercise. After they pass me, half of them glance over their shoulder trying to figure out what I'm looking at, probably expecting to see something extraordinary--moose gamboling in the woods or a bald eagle plucking a trout out of the creek--as if the park itself isn't enough.