I remember thinking that the floor of the play equipment looks like the top of an ice cream sandwich, filled with small, perfectly spaced holes in the dark brown metal coating that simmers slightly in the gray light of the sky like crystalized sugar. This playground, sandwiched in between off white apartment buildings with grey water damage seeping down the sides like the shadow of an icicle, is more simultaneously familiar and foreign than any place I have ever been in my entire life. It starts to rain enough that it is tolerable but also enough that his oblong feet crammed into his little shoes keep wanting to come out from under him, putting us all on edge.
Savanna 