September 28, 2020

Got up determined to put some steps on my step-counter, though my phone’s goal of 8500 + a day has been fulfill able only thrice. Walked the bird-watching path at Beaver Lake, seeing few birds (and, despite the crowded parking lot, few people) but taking repose from the faintly glowing gold of the autumn bog. Watched terrapins at ease in the gray water. Went from there to the Greenway, beginning where it begins under the railroad bridge and walking a piece. Evidence of desperate human existence under the bridge. More jimson than I’d ever seen in my life, interwound with Byzantine purple morning glories.