Clear day with Friendly’s cartons left in the crabgrass near the railroad tracks. Heron crouches on a weathered branch overhanging the creek and out my driver’s side window, I can see – making a right hand turn – a heron colored pickup truck: a grey body with a blue grey body repair on the driver’s side door.
Finally the humidity has lifted and the visibility and breathability are good. My walk goes so fast and easy and the sycamores create additional patterns that make me happy to see them. Another heron wades in the marshy edge of picnic bend about to spear a small fish, it makes some head turning, excited noises. Today is the day to begin The New Urban Placebook, officially, and rather than begin with fanfare, I choose to open with as little disturbance as possible while making an initial disclosure statement. From this point I plan to walk in the city.