Deepen Your Topophilia & Find Heaven I love this small park, really, just this small section of the small park by the lake. I know the crows who visit, the squirrels that hop and zip, the robins singing and hunting, the sound of the waves gently lapping or crashing in winter storms, the low clouds zooming north along the lake, the sunrise peaking over the Cascades, the beaver chewed trees, the beavers passing through, the transcendent chirping of the widgeons, the honking I hear long before the Canada geese land, rippling through the water. I’ve watched the eagle spook the raft …