Dan and I took a stroll around the storm pond. Although it’s something I occasionally do on my own, it was refreshing to get out of the house together and take a wander around the closest green space in our neighborhood.
I always enjoy taking pictures there, and there’s always something that captures the imagination. Like this upturned wagon.
I could see the headlines.
Crash Landing. Or, a more sobering tone: Child goes missing at Local Storm Pond.
Sinking wagons aside, it was a great day to be out. The sun was shining brightly, the ice had finally melted after a long hard winter. Ducks were swimming happily, drifting close to the shore and laughing at us humans skirting around each other as we tried our best to keep social distance.
Speaking of, the only thing that marred an otherwise pleasant walk was when I looked behind me to check our distance between an approaching family, ready to step off the track, as they seemed to be going quicker than us. A woman yelled out, “We’re not even close to you!” She was clearly affronted by my skittish behavior. Which, we reflected, was rather short-sighted of her. For all she knew, we were worried about infecting her.
But whatever. Not everyone is as concerned with infection control as I am, and that’s OK. That’s why I’m a nurse, and she’s (I hope) not.