I focus on the animals, small birds whose names I do not know, large birds whose names I do, the police horses that hide behind the casting pools, dogs on long leashes, critters underground who have made themselves known with the dirt piles above. I go to see the bison but cannot get close enough to get a proper picture. I admire them from afar and send a mental signal of "hey, remember me?"
I can picture the other parts of the park I don't dare go on this day. I can recall how I felt standing by the dahlias, sticking my nose in every plant in the fragrance garden, watching the lawn bowlers, pretending I'm in the Netherlands when standing under the windmills, exploring the museums of art and science, listening to music by the park band, eating ice cream out of a local food truck, pedaling my bike through with a smile on my face many glorious days. Those carefree days will come again. For now, a beautiful day with a small side of anxiety is acceptable.