While waiting, I wandered the perimeter and found a beautiful dark canopied walkway that’s a little neglected. A light afternoon breeze and an overcast sky made it a lot more somber than the picture reveals. It was the pungent smell of vegetation that made it seem otherworldly. Just a mostly forgotten access path that no one uses. In the thirty yard span of that path, I saw two rabbits, several squirrels and multiple birds hiding in plain sight. 

Landscapers in the distance were buzzing with blowers and weedeaters despite the rainy day. 

As I walked back through, a couple of them walked on the other side of the hidden oasis. 

“No manches!” I yelled loudly and then waited. (I used it in the sense of “No way!”)

Both of the landscapers laughed. One of them said, “Los pájaros estan hablando!” (“The birds are talking.”)

Naturally, I had to answer back. “Y no podemos dormir con tanto ruido.” (“And we can’t sleep with so much noise.”)

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