Today the sunshine and I visited a spot I haven’t been to lately but that I’m very familiar with and have years of memories associated with it. It’s a little trail in a small park about 10 minutes from my house.
This park is set along the banks of the Tookany Creek in the flood plain. On one side of the creek it’s a paved/gravel path; on the other side it’s an unofficial rough dirt path created by years of people working their way through the underbrush. Sometimes I run just along the paved part; sometimes I add on to the trail by going out into the streets; sometimes I make a loop incorporating the paved and rough sections. Great for days when I can’t make up my mind or just want to wander.
This park is also on a road I’ve traveled to get to many activities over the years: the art center, library, yoga class, taking my son to school… So this little park, nothing outstanding, nothing exciting, is very important to me.
I set the sunshine on the bridge, looking downstream. No reason for choosing that side, it’s just what I did.
Then I took some time to watch the water flowing. The creek is partially iced over and snow has fallen on it, making all kinds of patterns. I was especially interested in how the water flows under and along the edges of the ice, creating alternately dark and white patches that endlessly change. The water rushed along with a hurried, broken sound that could have easily led me into a daydream if I hadn’t noticed how cold my fingers were.
I didn’t go more than about a hundred yards from my car and yet there was so much to look at.
As I went back to my car, I happened to look up, and I noticed that I had parked under a wasp’s nest built attached to the light pole high above me. What do you think of that?
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A couple more posts that mention the Tookany Creek: