Another tiny park opens up as we walk leisurely down the river trail, bikes with riders in gaudy spandex whooshing past us, not slowing or even breaking a smile. Trails in the city are like that, paved hard ground and paved hard faces. We take a break to make use of a lonely park bench that faces away from the trail and over the river, muddy brown and slow moving, cat tails waving gently at us in the breeze. We hold hands, watching it in its leisure as we listen to the footsteps of joggers, running behind us and the occasional shout of a bike bell grouchily ringing, ‘Get out of my way!’ She pulls a water bottle and some trail mix from her backpack to share and we quietly munch, enjoying the contrast …