Even before this place was discovered and made into a fine parklet, it was attractive. A few decades ago the obscure street was a path with pavement. ending at the river. Then you could park your car and walk beneath the maze of trees, part the head-high bushes, and look. An uncut lawn sloped gently down, and invited a shoeless foot. Ferns and willows guarded the shore. The water seemed a simple blue. Then you might notice the opposite shore. Industrial cranes and railroad tracks seemed distant, vague, and unrelated. Green trees hid the rusty, empty steel mill. The forgotten parcel along the river was calm and quiet. The bridges up and down the river framed a scene that seemed to exclude the angled shapes of the towers of town. The green land felt isolated, as if there were no connection to the buildings. The daily city: receding like a dream from this older unseen island in the stream.