The other day when we were running, Zack and I saw a staircase we’d never noticed before. What’s down there? I asked Zack while we ran by. He disappeared down the stairs. I kept running. Less than a half-mile later, he reappeared behind me. I asked again. What’s down there? He didn’t know, he said. The stairs kept going. We’ll have to go back and find out some time. I said, tomorrow. We’ll go back tomorrow. My curiosity piqued, I had to find out. I think you’ll see why. They weren’t just any stairs. They felt magical.
There was a quality to the air down there that I haven’t felt in a long time. As I wandered up and down those stairs and sidewalks, I felt like anything could happen, and I felt it in the best way possible. I was time traveling, using pathways to places that were long forgotten. I was in a movie set with perfect lighting. I was A Little Princess in a magical garden in India. But more than anything else, I was hopeful. And hope makes everything lighter.
P.S. To the Curious Minded: The staircase lead to a series of long-abandoned sidewalks that ended here, at the back-door entrance of neighborhood’s public pool.