Friday, March 30, 2018, 630 am, 54 degrees
I hear one chicken hidden in a tree on Bridge Street on my approach Fair Oaks Bridge. It calls out to anyone who will listen. Frogs greet the morning with their own symphony. I want to record their sounds! Two Canada geese approach quickly from the west – appearing first as dark shadows on the river. By the time I see their bodies, they are speeding over the bridge and honking as they go.
Morning clouds spread in thin ribbons, reflecting a hot orange sunrise and overlapping gray clouds. Three ducks land with a splash in the river just behind the tree perched on the edge of the shoreline. Its root system is always exposed until the river floods. The orange glow of sunrise spreads higher and casts an iridescent glow in the water.
My day here is short. I give a final glance to the shimmering water and palette of color in the sky and walk off the bridge.
