Bok Tower - March 2012

The tower finally relents, and permits us to break away from its spell, and this occurs around on the southwest side, where the greensward opens up beneath the covering branches of numerous large spreading oaks. A few people linger behind us, near the tower, but the sense of the thing was that Lisa and I had the whole place to ourselves.

A bench presented itself in the shade of the oaks, beside a slope of green grass that headed down and away, out from under the trees, forming a wide-open expanse that continued off to the south and west. The grass was irresistable, made to order for wiggling the toes of your bare feet in it, and sitting there on the bench together was purest balm.

After a bit of a rest, Lisa assumed a puckish face, laid down at the top of the gentle slope, pulled her arms to her, and then laughingly rolled downhill in a manner that would make a five year old proud.

Bok Tower was casting a new spell, and began to peel full decades off of our lives at a rapid clip.

We were happy to let it happen.

We laughed like fools, and I walked to the far end of the soft green grass only to turn around and see Lisa, rolling somersaults and turning cartwheels across the field, off in the distance!

Bok Tower is such an amazing place. It has the power to turn a fifty year old woman into a giggling, squealing, five year old, gamboling across the lawn!

This is the kind of thing that people live for, and while I do not recommend you come to this magical place and do somersaults and cartwheels as some sort of assignment, I do recommend you come to this magical place.