Waiting for Lampy

In the country, dusk is when you should really watch out for deer on the road. It's usually much sketchier fare in the big city, with night having a bit of a head start on the bright lights. In the park, at least.

On my way back up to the street, I counted one tai chi-er, one runner and one hooded person just standing next to a path -- who could've been (a) waiting for his dog to come back, (b) waiting for his buddy to finish going behind that tree or (c) just up to no good.