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Communication Trees

For several weeks my phone had been dying a slow, frustrating death. Like far too many things in this age, cellular phones have an average lifetime of a couple years. My very first phone started to have trouble charging, requiring some rather tricky contortions of the charging cord to receive any power at all. Finally, Thursday night, the tired machine could no longer draw even a spark of electricity and went dead for good.
In hope of being able to replace the battery or power cord, I went to a local store. I was told my only option would be to buy a new phone, since the one I had was too old for either recovery I had hoped for. The couple year obsoletion of technology certainly has some down sides, my friends.
Since I need a phone in order to be able to get a job, I was forced to purchase a new phone and drain the majority of the money I had left in my bank account. The new tool is certainly an upgrade, though an unwanted one. It has better reception, new features and is more compact, all of which I appreciate. Aside from being able to charge its battery, the feature I most enjoy is the presence of a rather bright flashlight, that is adequate for reading a book should the power ever go out (see the week of September 29 – October 5 2003, when hurricane Juan gave us quite an adventure without electricity).

This evening I walked to Point Pleasant Park, which reopened after more than 8 months of closure due to much recovery work being done to restore it after the destruction brought by hurricane Juan. The park is definitely one of Halifax’s greatest assets, and is central to the sense of community the city holds. Visiting it is one of the true joys of being in this city.
The park still shows countless signs of the terrible damaged caused by Juan, but it is still a beautiful place and a wonderful sanctuary from the rest of the city. Being able to walk down paths surrounded by forests or following the coastline is very calming, refreshing and spiritual to me, especially so since I have not been able to visit the rural area where I grew up (or any other, for that matter) in some time.
I followed many of the paths through the park for a couple hours and drank down the various sights, sound and scents (the latter even with a runny nose). I then fled once rain began falling in an earnest manner. It was certainly a rewarding way to spend the pre-dark hours, even when I was dampened.
I hope to spend many free days in the park during the summer, and Cerra and I plan to visit there again tomorrow. It’s an absolutely wonderful place and holds quite a few pleasant memories for me. Should you ever be in Halifax, it’s the first place I’d suggest you visit.

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