Lunchtime at the river
Still sunny and warm but high clouds are drifting in. Why is talk of the weather considered trivial?
Farther down along the river, trees in bloom, inscribed in a stone alongside them
"Mighty Willamette!
Beautiful friend
I am learning
I am practicing
To say your name."
Lots of joggers, walkers, bikers on the river front path - and then moments of quiet, which is really what many are seeking.
A blackbird calls in a sweet whistle high in a tree, then another answers not far off - low roar of a train in the background.
Light is dimming as clouds get just a little more dense - fewer people out now, noon hour is past, many must get back to work.
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