Obliquely
Autobiographically
Vernacularly
Performatively
Practically
I forgot to mention another scene from my walk in the morning on my way out of the park:
A flock of bright white birds , doves maybe? Burst from the dry grass , flew over my head
When I asked the volunteer at the parks Audubon nature center about the white birds she gave me a strained look and said she didn’t know what kind of bird that could have been
Adding, “but I don’t really know birds that well”