It's a Saturday night; my fionce and I are watching our usual late night tv. We both just pulled a full days work and I was still feeling restless. Thats when I heard it again. The sound is unforgettable. You can hear it every fifteen seconds. It starts off faint and in a millasecond its as loud as a stampead. It rumbles so loud, your forced to stop whatever you are doing or even thinking. It's the Airplains. I ask my fionce if he wants to go for a walk to our spot of relaxation. He agrees. We step out of our cubed, little studio to cracked sidewalks and a bustling city. People are walking up and down every sidewalk and cars zooming by.We only go two blocks, up the stairs to a tiny park. Nothing but a circled grass areaenclosed in San Diego's trees and bushes, full of at least 13 or more rabbits. We sit on the cement stairs. It's late, at least 10:30. As you look around, to your left is more stairs. We've never gone up them. Straight in front of you you see San Diegos downtown lights. Below is the 5 freeway; hundreds of cards passing each second. To my right is Bankers Hill. I can see Fourth Ave and Elm St. Above us is the the sound of airplaines flying overhead. But right in the middle of it all, i look out unto the dim litted grass and can make out the shape of at least six rabbits. I can see them dotted allong about every ten feet. The hip-hop along, nibbling the grass and not even realizing what going on around them. My fionce and I just sit and watch them for at least thirty mins. Just watching and letting the world swarm around us. We watch as the rabbits quietly chew and hop. I am amazed at how so much can be going. It is peaceful and utterly beautiful. It is a tiny little world unto itself. It makes me proud to live in Bankers Hill.