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.

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[dormouse-in-tea.livejournal.com]

I can see this. Thanks for sharing!