I am not sure why I chose this place, in the first place [ahem]. It just felt a bit uncomfortable and also safer. It was uncomfortable because the fire hydrant type pole was nearby – more space would be more comfortable with fewer things other than the grass around me. It was safe because if my emotions or feelings finally catch on fire physically from the outside, maybe this pole can provide some water to cool things down. If I could figure out how to use it first, that is.

Or maybe I just think of water a lot and was unconsciously wishing that this hydrant would break and flood the area? Or maybe you get so exhausted from within, you sleep on the grass right on the spot and think of it as your permanent bed. With the fire hydrant acting as your security guard or identification mark, of course, even if I would like complete anonymity.

Taken in Berkeley, California, while thinking of someone and red setters. No animals were harmed during the taking of this picture. No animal harmed me during the taking of this picture either.