I believe that there is magic that transpires in the middle of the night, when most of the world is asleep, when the volume knob is turned down, when you begin to dream even while you are still awake. You walk through this place full of dirt and growth, marveling at the concentrated spring bursting forth in one small place. You tune out the cadences of the city at night, and your senses tune into your immediate surroundings--your eyes adjust to the dimness, your ears perk up to the whispers, your skin tingles as you breathe in deeply the smell of earth that feeds. This is no garden of eden, but who wants perfection when you can have the beautifully imperfect, lovingly cared for and brought to life by the community?
10 short minutes...Really? That was it? And it could have all been just a dream, save for these fotos you are left with, postcard souvenirs from your late-night urban meanderings.