when we went by harold park the wind gusted so hard i couldn't hear my voice calling mister 3 feet away and he couldn't hear me back and the gusts coming south through harold park drove us down harold's alleyway and mister don't like alleyways and grew afraid i had to steer him down the gangway looping back to the sidewalk way we came and on the way he lost again bumped into a post and i tried to reassure him he's ok it's ok we'll be ok like parents used to say to pretend to make there there ok kids being brave to save parents face knowing it would not will never be ok in fact knowing in their gusting hearts and souls it would continue this way getting worser every day.