I walked to the river before noon. Mrs. Abstract was doing her aquatic exercises in a friend’s pool.
The day was sunny with a warm breeze. Other walkers were enjoying the day. The fishermen were patient. The boaters were in full colors.
Happy Independence Day.
Can I see it or feel it?
I walk to the river
The part of the world opens
Other walkers walk alone
Or with their dogs or with other walkers
Nature greets us in songs and colorful displays
Do we need measurements
And ask : Will experience be sublime?
A tiny sun drenched backyard
bougainvillea luxuriantly blooms
unbounded, like eternity
Books I finished reading during the pandemic:
The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton
Victory by Joseph Conrad
Mastering the Art of French Eating by Ann Mah
In life is not easy to calculate our losses
Or emphasize our gains
There are disguises that betray us
Our vision is not always sharp to distinguish differences
Today like most days
I walk to the river
Others have similar ideas
I encounter a blue heron,
A lone bird resting on the reeds
And red flowers radiant in the sun.
I walked farther today than the previous days: three miles. I crossed Napa River on an elevated bridge and connected to the river trail, to the downtown then returned home on another street.
It was 65 degrees, sunny with a cool breeze. I met along the way other walkers and cyclists. We all practiced the safe distancing. There colorful flowers and plants and art.
I stopped a lot to take photos.
We are sheltered in.
Allowed to go out to take walks
Or get basic essentials for daily living.
I walk to the river for fresh air and scenery
The clouds form many disguises
The blue heron comes then flies away
Horses nonchalant in its movements
Tiny flowers adorn the lawn
My daily miracle.
Saturday morning, crispy cool, I joined other Waterways Keepers volunteers and cleaned up the Riverside Park along Napa River.
I found these yellow wild flowers growing along the riverbank.