When I don't have my daughter, I need to exercise. So I walk down to Willow Lake. It's less than 6k steps and I've read you need to do 8k a day, but my doctor told me to walk for 20 minutes a day, so it's more than a 20 minute walk.
I have all kinds of romantic notions about a connection to a pond from Thoreau. My eyes aren't good enough to spot if the bald eagle is still there. I couldn't identify the birds that fluttered away from me. Willow Lake is a man made lake they made for the World's Fair in 1964. Even so it's green and a good place to walk to. Sometimes I meditate. Sometimes I reflect. Mostly I just walk around.
It's been raining today but the place isn't very swampy. I'm not sure what the swampy season is, but the path is dry and there was lot of planks so you can walk above the soggy ground, but they're not needed right now.
I imagine when the water raises a foot or two (at least), it might become real swampy. I thought about the droughts all around the world. I wish I could go back to a pre-climate change world where extreme weather wasn't a sign of doom, just a variation, an oddity, not ominous in it's meanings. I won't be alive for much longer, 20-30 more years would be good enough for me. I have children, and I hope they have children. The Cylons pointed out to the humans that they never really asked if they should exist in the excellent show Battlestar Galactica, and sometimes I'm so disappointed by some of the things people say and do. But I do sort of hope my species can continue to live on earth, and don't destroy themselves.
