Every time I wander down a certain local trail, I think of gazebos. More importantly, I wonder if gazebos are pretentious. This is a pressing question with a conditional answer: gazebos are only pretentious if they are on display.
While I was up-growing (must avoid the dangling participle) my grandparents had a gazebo. In the very back of the backyard, hidden from view by some freakishly giant strain of lilacs (huge). I liked that gazebo. Specifically, I liked underneath the gazebo. The truth is that gazebos are boring. There's a floor, some rails, a couple of stairs and sometimes a roof. Underneath the gazebo is an exciting and very off-limit world. Off-limit enough that you get in trouble every time you go underneath. I've always noticed the bottoms of gazebos and how easy (or not) it would be to get underneath should the need arise.
On the local trail, there is a very pretentious, un-subtle gazebo overlooking the trail. Nothing is as pointless as an un-used, pretentious gazebo overlooking the local trail.
An Erinku:
I walk while waiting
Chris needs
a nap.
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