Sunday at L'Arche

Arlington is a pretty shabby section of the city.  So as today is my day off, I went looking for a nice park to enjoy the good weather and 'chill out'.  There weren't any in the vicinity, but I found a lovely cemetery with lots of live oak and a pond.  A young couple and their kids were fishing, whether for sunnies or alligators, I couldn't tell, for every time a line was cast, the gator could be seen following it in to shore.

There were some really nice markers and even some fanciful headstones, and except for the tacky, plastic flowers adorning some graves, it was restful to the eye and soul.  I sat in the shade and read an entire book - George Sand's "The Black City".

My room is tiny, the size of a monk's cell, on the second floor of Greatfull House, tucked away from all the activity, with three windows providing lots of light.  Outside my door is the fire exit, a deck across a flat roof leading to iron stairs.  When I got back, I put a lawn chair on the roof, facing southwest to catch the sunset. From there I could hear singing coming from the Vietnamese Cultural Center behind the property.  With a glass of wine and some cheese and fruit, it was the end of a perfect day.