As I walked home from the local deli, I saw this little spitfire rocketing around in circles. I filmed her as she was on her last little run around the square. Squares are often round and this is really only a part of a square that’s neither round nor square. I believe squares used to be square and have now morphed into a more standard definition as public gathering places. This place is pretty bumping in the summertime.
Currently, I wait. It’s foggy and rainy. I wonder if my plane will take off.