Last week I took a lunchtime walk around Hartford, enjoying one of the few remaining warm fall days. It was drizzling, but still.
I crossed the tracks, literally and figuratively, into some neighborhoods I’d never been in. As we passed on the sidewalk, a young man admonished me “Don’t nobody need to be knowin your business.”
I headed down Asylum Street toward an area dominated by old insurance company buildings and an improbable collection of churches. There’s a multi-part installation of rocks with etched poems that contributed to the meditative and melancholy feeling.