Evening walk

I used to love walking.

Then I got old. And stiff. And most of my walking was for getting to work, or home in the dark, in the winter when it is bitterly cold and the transit service is even more horrible than normal.
COVID is forcing me get over that attitude and start enjoying my walks again. I usually walk with my daughter. Which I think is nice bonding time. She may not agree.


Tonight though, she is out so I am enjoying a lovely meander - taking time to notice a dozen different bird calls at the pond, even though I can only identify the robins and red-winged blackbirds. I can hear individual squirrels scrabbling in the trees. I found some ruins that are probably from the same Bank demolition that led to the creation of the McKenzie-King Estate “ruins”. The same park has daffodils, Scilla, as the occasional crocus growing wild. The moon is almost full, and the sunset over the river was glorious.