Accomplice Pride

Photo by Viviana Gomez - All rights reserved

We are on our way before the city is complete awake. The air is crispy, new and fresh, anticipating a hot day that is not there yet. Everything is goldish bright, tinted with long shadows.

We are in the middle of downtown but we take the short cut through the parks and we feel like walking in a forest full of marvellous things ready to be discovered. The water sprinklers are finishing its last round and we dance a giggling dance to avoid get wet. One of the sprinklers is hitting a garbage can. “It is the cleanest garbage can of the city” – I say and he laughs.  The squirrels are following us from a shy distance hopping we have something for them, but we have nothing in the morning. When we come back, the rest of our lunches and snacks will be for them, for sure.

In the second park we spot a red winged black bird. We approach silently trying to get as close at it as possible. Finally the bird flies away showing us its beautiful red wings and he wows. We always see the same guy sitting in the same bench, working in his iPad and sometimes talking to his iPad; a lady practicing her movements of Tai Chi Chuan; the runners in colourist outfit; and the bikers in rude speed passing by too close.

And at the end of the last park we come across another parent in his way to drop his son to his summer camp. And I and the parent smile each other recognizing us in an accomplice pride.

by Viviana Gomez - July 23, 2012