It’s thickly overcast and wintry cold on Covid lock-down day 2. The park seems oddly populated. Several cars, carefully spaced, dot the various loops. Scattered walkers and occasional joggers wander the trails. We mostly keep our distance and choose different paths.
Birds are everywhere. They call from the trees and peck at the ground. Camouflaged against soggy cast-off leaves of fall, I can’t even see them, until they suddenly flutter in mass irritation to the nearest trees as I pass.
A sudden drizzly rain dots a puddled hollow.
While springs glows fearless in all it’s defiant glory
Rambling ... 