at the fort

we walked along the edges of the marsh, picking our way through what the dirty harbor water washes up of the hideous effluvia of humanity, anything that might float, the plastic outcasts of society. i tried not to look down, to keep my heart from breaking again, to stifle the bile rising in my throat. we were there to look for birds, and we found some. swallows, sparrows, robins, gulls, herons, ospreys, orioles, a few warblers. it was another wednesday night walk at the fort. drier this time, but windier. birds wisely seek shelter from the wind and the constant rustling of leaves makes the trees look alive with bird activity, even when they are not. conditions were thus less than ideal. still, a good time was had.

tomorrow i’m going somewhere new and different to look for birds. i continue to wring this month dry while it lasts.

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  1. It has been a pretty fantastic month so far, hasn’t it? Something to be grateful for, and a good thing to focus on in contrast to those “horrors of humanity.”I did get some arnica gel the other day and have been using it morning and night. I assume it’s helping, but hard to tell since the thing has grown. Right now, I’m just hoping to be able to get back out on my bike this weekend. I want a re-do of last Sunday sans crash!



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