These were my first pre-dawn Saturday/Sunday strolls in a few weeks; the flu and a nagging cold kicked my butt good.
The walks have resumed just in time; daytime temps are finally civil. I’m both a participant and willing observer. The resident birds are up & at ’em early. In the absence of 6 a.m. traffic noise, their sweet tunes are divine. Owls are at it too, but their hoot-hoot-hoots are some distance away. When the chirping/hooting dies away for a even a few moments, there is a wonderful silence to the morning darkness. There is glory in such quiet. The sound of silence won’t last much longer once my busy neighborhood awakens. No deer are seen criss crossing Sharon View or Colony roads.
After many days of missed walks, more litter than usual is expected. That’s how it turns out. But in some ways it makes me glad to be back in a quirky sort of way. At least some stuff will be bagged and recycled.
While I was out the environment suffered more wounds; Florida’s governor elevated climate change denial to a whole new level with what amounts to a state-sponsored gag order. Close to home in the Carolinas, ocean acidity levels are higher than elsewhere. More oil has spilled into rivers as tank cars derail adjacent to waterways.
But more on those sorrowful developments later. As of this morning I’m just glad to be back patrolling my path.