Three wide stories, a tall tale, written on pages with clean blank spaces for you to fill in, private places, or social meet ups, light chases from one to the next. Imagine if you can an acrobatically flexible floorplan in a yoga state of mind. Seek, find, unwind. Twist the plot? Back-lot chip-shot, hole in one, garden fun, so much sun, city owns it, but you roam it, explore more, metro at your back door, Trader Joe knows what you crave but I’m a slave to Eastern Market’s behavior, lost in its nostalgic flavor, the way home found by the sound of hounds, Lincoln Park barking, neighbors talking, quiet nights falling, life flourishing in neighborhood nourishment.