The Style Crone loves to walk in City Park, which is a block from our home and has been our back yard for the length of our relationship. Every season brings its grandeur; spring has its flowering trees and of course, the lilacs. There is an area filled with lilac bushes with flower clusters displaying many shades of lavender and purple, and as I walk along the path between the shrubs, the heavenly scent is a welcomed morning delight. The space by the pavilion and the band shell is the site of the summer Sunday evening ‘City Park Jazz’ concerts, which Nelson and I faithfully attended over the years. Nelson taught Camille how to ride her bike in the park. The Black Arts Festival is held on the park grounds in July and on Sunday afternoons, drummers play by the pavilion. The Denver Museum of History and Science sits high enough for a dazzling view of the mountains, which greets me as I move my gaze from concrete and glass to snow covered splendor.
I’ve begun to view my walks in the park as a meditation; Nelson and The SC strolled together around the lake too many times to count. Memories accompany each step and I’m aware that everything of beauty is a reflection of Nelson, be it an object, a building, a plant, a tree, or a bird. I feel his energy in all things magnificent, which offers calm comfort as I make my way around varying paths back to the home that we shared.