Wednesday, July 5, 2017

On the Levee

I took my first walk along the river this morning with Erin.  It was creeping to the low 80's and humidity was already umpleasant - bearable but definitely not pleasant.  

We were alone on the levee, the Bunge plant just starting to crank up business.  There wasn't a tug or a barge to be seen.

Thoughts of God, new beginnings, quiet company with my daughter-in-law and, of course, a good cuppa, was a perfect start to the day.

There is only a clouded sun offering filtered, unimposing light.  Any glares were absent and a hatless head merely wanted a cloth to wipe a dripping brow.

The River

When we moved here, I knew I would be leaving behind a lot that I loved and thrived on.  If I could choose one word to describe my old world...