As the end of Carnival ushered in the start of Lent, many people used Ash Wednesday as a time to repent while others left town. I did neither -- I went to Jackson Square instead.
Named after Andrew Jackson, the park's open space and lush greenery juxtaposed a slice of nature against the urban jungle. It was fascinating to see such beauty in a small area, and doing so in peace and quiet was the best part.
Lynn Johnston once said the most profound statements are made in silence. Through its tranquility, the park told me that what was uprooted will blossom again.
