The dim streetlight casts an orange glow over us, as we crowd the tiny park. Some of us came here on foot, others on bikes, and one by car. A police cruiser is parked only a few feet away, likely stationed here due to the sudden popularity of the small, brick area. The group to my left is cheering, their faces illuminated by their phone screens. The young man sitting to my right is silent, focusing intently on the game in his hands. My late night walks have brought me here every night this week, but I haven’t been alone. I am among my people.
*Every day, throughout the month of August, I will be participating in a fun writing experiment, known as Small Stones, for #AwakeAugust. To learn more, or for more examples of Small Stones, you can click here.