Lake Harriet

Things to see at Lake Harriet on a Thursday night:

a giant green caterpillar with red stripes and a green horn, two tiny baby squirrels the size of my thumb smushed on the walking path, a gorgeous tree with grooves in its bark inches deep, old couples riding side-by-side bikes, crazily well-dressed eccentric men riding bicycles to the string trio concert in the bandshell, middle school girls making up dances to the concert music, joggers everywhere, lots of cellulite, poor choices in the sock/shoe department, too much spandex, too much manflesh...

Sometimes all I have to cling to is the hope that the Midwest is the embodiment of people being themselves.