I walked out of the building tonight about 7 pm. The wind was fresh and alive. The air was soft and room temperature. I felt like I was surrounded by air. It was delightful. It’s still windy. The house is stuffy. The temperature has dropped.
Sights of today:
Fat tadpoles in dirty pond behind the office.
Wisteria in full bloom hanging over the arbor.
Car on fire on the side of the highway on the way to work.
Neglected…a lot of half fledged insights lost. Walks disappear from memory. But not from maps. I mean Moves. There’s a park in Redding called Topstone, land bequeathed to the town by the photographer Edward Steichen. Thus the name “Steichen’s Pond.” (There is a typo in the map data.) I have memories of hiking and swimming there as a teenager. Briefly. And seldom. Free memories. I retraced those trails, and more. A few bugs, a few birds. Brown brown brown leaf-mulched surfaces. Lots of rocks. Blue water, and a nervewracking crossing on a cement walkway over a small dam between two ponds.
steichen’s pond, topstone park
I’ve been walking in Woodland Park close to home. Today in a spring snowstorm. I felt accompanied by millions.
I anticipated mud, but I got perfectly snow-covered trails, not slushy, just soft and a little slippery.
Blowing beech leaves accumulated in the trail.
beech leaves in path
leaves on snow
The boulders in the water had a lot of presence. They appeared more defined with their snow coverings.
The sound of sleet. A small ticking on the windows.
sleeting in the back yard
There are a few places in Connecticut for which I feel real fondness. Kent Falls is one of them.
Back up north, back to my routines. At first it felt good, then I started to miss the stimulation of novelty from my vacation. I had to reorient to contentment again.
view of Cross River Reservoir from Reservoir Road
closeup of little birch island
pattern of branches across ice and water