Even though it was 91F yesterday afternoon, I took my walk. This time, to add to my steps, I went through the corporate campus next door instead of just around the cluster.
Developers are
fixing to vomit up 92 million-dollar townhouses on the 28-acre plot, ripping
out established trees and doing who knows what to the three mini-lakes that
provided so many people respite during the pandemic, so I reckoned I should get
my enjoyment in while I could.
I was heading
past the first lake in a kind of knee-discomfort fog when I realized that I’d
disturbed a heron, who glided away before I could get a photo. I’ve seen this
guy—or his relative—before and felt blessed that I caught him this time. They
are such beauties, in the water or in flight.
Here’s one of them from a couple of years ago.
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