The moat around the park used to be home to countless turtles coming up to sunbathe
and warm their blood in the light of morning. The sight of them was always of interest
to us as we made our way to the station, facing another day in the grind. Someone
somewhere must have raked them up into nets and moved them somewhere
less noticeable, somewhere out of the way where no one could complain about them.
Now we are lucky to see one green shell above the water, a straggler left behind,
or perhaps a rebel who refused to leave his home. Did he make the choice himself,
choosing house over home, or did he simply get left behind as a decoration to show
passersby the waters can support more life than two lonely swans with nowhere else to go?