Park, parked, parking

This photo isn't about anything, really. I saw this scene from the window of the Y when I was stretching after my exercise session. I think it was the light and shadow that caught my eye, and the geometric balance, the way the tall buildings flank the parking garage entrance.

And I started thinking about this city, my city, the place where I was born & grew up, the place I left and then eventually returned. This is where I have the deepest roots, where I am likely to stay, happily parked for the rest of my days.