My friend Michael and I wandered on a long walk through Hubbard Park yesterday. On a warm and humid day the woodland trails were cool, inviting us to feast on summer’s greenness.
As is often the case in the Park, we aimed to pass by The Tower, a marvelous stone structure built in the early 1900s. The view from the top is always worth the climb—the North Branch valley in one direction and Camel’s Hump in another, the top of a huge Red Oak almost within reach and often a rewarding breeze.
But as we approached the entrance, we came upon three young women who were practicing “flying” on aerial silks they had hung in the stairwell, something I might expect at a circus, but not on a walk in the park! We were transfixed, both they their youthful beauty and their remarkable agility. I felt we had stumbled upon a trio of visiting angels.
After climbing to the top to see Vermont in the full glory of summer, I left energized by their youthful joy and patient skill and overwhelmingly hopeful for a future that includes people like these and the kinds of talent and friendship they shared.