Turtle Creek

It's a gorgeous March day. It's 80 degrees and bright blue with a soft breeze. Most of what I do is within walking distance, even though no one walks here.

I walk the two blocks to Turtle Creek. The breeze ripples the river's surface and blows kisses on my face. It's beautiful here. Green and pristine. Though far from perfect. It's a beautiful strip of water with large trees sheltering the habitat from the sun.

I rest my body in a bench that faces the river. This river has a big fountain that sprays water up and out in a small circle within a large circle.

The geese come up and push to see if I will flinch. I lean over and look the big goose in the eye "go on", and he does. I laugh at myself. It finally dawns on me that there are a bunch of turtles in the water, on the logs and along the shore. I laugh at myself some more.