Wednesday, April 11, 2018 51 degrees, 7 am
The chickens roamed quietly in the street as I approached Fair Oaks Bridge. A chorus of birds greeted the morning with songs from the trees on the left, as the chilly air blew against my face. The sun was just emerging over the horizon through a heavy blanket of white and gray clouds. Two ducks swam from the shore. The river now quiet after several days of increased water flows raging downstream flooding the banks and the boat launch ramp.
A few people walked past quietly on this peaceful morning. I crossed the bridge enjoying different view of the sunrise, while my son kept his eyes on the resident bunny munching on its breakfast.