Lunchtime walk

[pegkerr]

The morning fog had burned off by lunchtime and the temperature had hit the mid 60s. Scorning the lunchroom, I decided to take a walk along the river, following some of the trails in Mills Ruins Park, overlooking St. Anthony Falls. The sky blended smoothly from pale beige at the horizon to a soft azure directly overhead, punctuated only with the pale sliver of the new moon. It was the sort of day that kids demand to get out of their strollers and run ahead of their mothers, and people roll down their car windows and crank their radios. After only a few deep lungfuls of air blowing off the river, I felt like a brazen hussy. I took off at a good clip over the Stone Arch Bridge, looking out over Lock and Dam No. 1, the ruins of the old flour mills and the falls. Bicyclists and joggers passed me, winter pale, their faces turned up toward the sun. The scrubby brush along the shore and on the island still look a sere grayish-brown, but a slight tinge of green is beginning to appear in the grass. Geese, gulls, and crows circled the water, exchanging raucous insults, and robins and sparrows made loud and no doubt extremely lecherous music in the trees. Above it all boomed the thunder of the falls, quickening the blood.

Coming inside was hard.

Comments

[dormouse-in-tea.livejournal.com]

I can see this. Thanks for sharing!

[debellatrix.livejournal.com]

*sigh*
It's 80 here today. Of course, we have every chance of getting snow again.

Ah, spring

[amandageist.livejournal.com]

..which in San Antonio means only that the pleasant days are ending and we face the ordeal of the summer.

I had a literature class in college, where we were studying Thoreau, and nobody, not one person, was "getting" his lyrical "spring is coming!" stuff. Blank stares, "yeah, whatever's," etc.

Then the professor was brilliant--she said, "Up north, they feel about spring, the way you feel about fall--the long, hard season is ending and days are coming to be enjoyed. For you, it's when the months of heat are ending and things cool off; for them, it's when the months of snow are ending. The class, en masse, did an "ooooohhh" of comprehension and there was an end to all confusion.

So I am glad you're enjoying your spring. But it depresses me. I can't wait til October.

~Amanda

[ionas.livejournal.com]

What an exquisite window. Thank you.

[holyoutlaw.livejournal.com]

I well remember the first couple warm days of spring after the winter in Minneapolis. Thank you for reminding me of them. Yeah!

[minnehaha.livejournal.com]

I always like walking around that area of the city.

B

Aaahh, Spring!

[dreamcoat-mom.livejournal.com]

Spring Greetings!
Only folks who live in the frozen north can understand what a relief and a celebration the first signs of spring are. "Mud season" is the most soul-sucking, life-draining time of year there is, and one warm sunny day is like a soothing balm. Just thought I'd drop a comment in to let you know that I thoroughly enjoy reading your entries. I found you over at psychic_serpent's page. Barb introduced us briefly at Nimbus, but it was in the midst of a very busy day. I am about 100 miles to the north and east of you, so we are roughly in the same geographical location - the Twin Cities are the closest civilization for us, and I got my degree at Hamline University a few years back (I'm a late bloomer.) If it's O.K. with you, I'd like to add you to my friends list, which is pretty small, as I've just begun on LJ, and haven't been very good about building it up.
Cheers!
Mary

[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

Sure, by all means, go ahead and add me. Welcome to LiveJournal. I hope you find it as much fun as I have.