“A walk in the park?’
“Sure,” I said. “It’s a beautiful day for a long walk.”
So my friend, Toni and I started along the path of Loantaka Park; the one force-shared by rivals as competitive as Coke and Pepsi, AT&T and Verizon, and the Montagues and Capulets, otherwise known as the adversarial Walkers and Bicycle Riders.
“Why don’t those bike riders make a sound to let us know they’re right behind us?”
“Well,” Toni answered, “Those bells we had on our bikes when we were children are just not a cool accessory for this generation of grownup bike riders.”
And so we dodged the bikers and briskly walked, with step counters clipped onto waistbands. Just as our heart rates were finally raised to any cardiologist’s expectations, a site greeted us along the side of the path. A small group of people centered around the attraction as we curiously joined them,
“What’s happening?” we asked the onlookers.
“A turtle is laying eggs.”
And sure enough, as the group cleared enough space for us to see over the side of the path, we saw the turtle mom-to-be busy in labor, laying egg after egg right into the muddy hole she had dug. I felt embarrassed for her, out in the open, in plain view, during her private time of creation.
But she seemed oblivious to the humans rudely goggling at her, and went about the task at hand.
The humans gradually lost interest and opted instead for getting on with their exercising programs. We left Mom Turtle and continued our walk.
I’m sure that nature took care of the rest of the details.