This small space on the edge of the much larger Sam Houston Park in downtown Houston is not one you can plan ahead unless someone began 100+ years ago by planting the oak tree. The space gives me the feeling I think a rabbit would have when scurrying out of site under a bush. The rabbit would look up through the stems and leaves to see if the humans were still there.
The rabbit and I have that in common as while sitting on the bench and looking past the tree’s canopy to the skyscrapers on the other side of the street and beyond I realize the giants are not going away and I have to go back to work. Continue reading