Wednesday mid-morning

On the way to the park, we duck under low hanging branches still dripping with morning moisture. I discovered this trail the second day I was in town. I use it frequently and it seems like I’m about the only one. I suspect it’s otherwise only used by wild critters intending to raid the dumpster behind Christine’s pizza.

After a short walk, most of it bent in half, we emerge near the children’s playground. It’s deserted ...