Missed


   Four geese fly over the red covered bridge this morning – it is a four day and the 13th.  More than a handful of people on the trail, maybe two.  The sky is made of cotton.

   A heron makes noise that seems to say “Get Out!”  Three pairs of mallards flush from the creek bank near the place where I turn around.  Then the heron makes itself more visible than audible.

   The walk seems enervating rather than energizing. It feels like snow.

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