Tonight, I walked to the old bridge and looked out on the waters. A glorious evening, warm and serene. The current flowed quickly, yet filled the backwash with slow moving eddies. Fish occasionally surfaced, but no other creatures made their presence obvious except a seagull coasting through the air. The alternating lines of traffic quickly passed. I could hear people hollering down on the north bank, upstream a bit. A young man, mid thirties, stopped and commented on their voices, and then we saw a river boat heading in their direction, probably picking them up. The young man and I talked a little. Gold panning was a passion of his and he opened up about his plans to pan up close to the furthest bend we could see. His manner was easy going, but he confessed he had had a bit to drink and apologized for seeming too friendly. I took no offense. We walked to the south side of the bridge, where I had come from, and after introducing ourselves (he, Cody), we shook hands and parted.
I wanted to see the new roundabout art with the lights shine on it. Su-gigyet, "people doing new things". It's pretty at night.
Homeward, I carried on. In the evening light, very dusky, I could still see the roadside flowers and plucked a few to create a posey. Summer flowers are always beautiful - snapdragons, purple clover, yellow peavine, yarrow, fireweed
I think my overall stroll kept me out about an hour and a half. Hopefully, there will be many more adventures by foot. What shall the Lord provide for me? His canvas spreads before me.
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