Spring break and the world is on lock down. It’s pouring rain as I pull into the empty parking lot. A semi-water proof winter coat is plenty warm enough. I tug up the hood, tuck my camera inside the front flap, and splash down the hill to the path.
Unless your local officials or personal health professionals say otherwise – Please Follow Their Recommendations – parks are a wonderful place to ride out the social distancing.
There’s fresh air, wide spaces, beautiful soothing scenery and sounds, and any random groups of people are easily skirted.
I only see a couple of other walkers today. The rain is slowing and I push off my hood. The day brightens, although not into anything that could referred to as sunshine.
It sounds like an aviary when the trail winds down the hill and into the woods.
An endless variety of birds call from the treetops and brush while the rain swollen stream rushes and roars along its banks.
Spring slips in, heedless of our confusion and upended lives. A breath of normalcy, in a world that may not feel normal again for months.
Rambling ... 