Each morning in Providence, Francesca and I would walk to class. And each day in Roger Williams Park, the smallest national park in the nation, a group of historical reinactors would recreate scenes from the countries earliest days, pitching tents, or marching in formation, so long as it was bygone.Afterwards, the national park rangers would make their daily rounds, maintaining this tiny patch of green space. The spectacle and the ritual never got old. Removed from my daily existence in Seattle, I found it was easy to take pleasure in the smaller activities and modest scenes that I walked by every day. Sometimes, all it takes is a little variation to open your eyes to the beauty right in front of you.
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