“The Park: Part 1”
“If you ever happen to be up in the Oakland hills, be sure to hike the Huckleberry Loop. This little park, tucked in luxuriously between a half bowl of shale, blocking out the winds from the sea, and the still green demilune known simply as the East Bay Hills, is a shaded beauty, cool, calm, and complete. Even before you enter the park there is magic. An eighty-foot-tall bay tree catches your attention. Its leaves flash like so many hundreds of silver-mirrored ornaments, like tiny celebratory gems. These hundreds of quietly scintillant bulbs spin a numinous aura around the form of the tree. You cannot help but be transfixed by this unexpected and thoroughly transcendent display of leaves made lights. To the right of the small fence marking the entrance to the park, at the base of a stone that so closely resembles a tree stump that it might be petrified wood, a growth of California poppies spread their cups of apricot nectar to the sun.”