Walking on the greenway on a hot, sticky late summer afternoon. Man it's humid! Thank goodness for all the trees. Listening to birds and other critters as I walk along. A couple of cyclists pass me - on your left! - but otherwise I have the path to myself. I know there are deer out here and I scan the woods on either side, but they know how to camouflage themselves and I see nothing.
Goldenrod is in bloom and some other flowering plants that I can't name. I stop to take a couple of pics. They're probably weeds, but they are pretty.
Sound travels in interesting ways. I hear drums and imagine that at any minute I will see Tarzan and Jane, and maybe Cheetah, swinging through the trees. Eventually, though the music begins - it's the high school band rehearsing for the Friday night halftime show.
I come to the part of the trail that crosses the road. Cars whizzing by, everyone in a hurry to get somewhere. The trail actually goes under the road through a nice cool tunnel. There is water at the sides of the tunnel; remnants of Sunday night's thunderstorms. I move away from the traffic and back into the woods. I smell formic acid coming from unseen ant hills. I stop to watch a caterpillar finish the last few inches across the concrete trail. I wonder if his many feet hurt from the hard surface. He pokes his head down cautiously over the concrete edge and finds the earth. He slowly makes his way off and, whoops!, tips over to his side before finding his feet again. I know the feeling Mr. Caterpillar!
There are neighborhoods that back up to the greenway on this side of the street. I see houses up on the hill; and someone has put a couple of benches down close to the trail. I wonder if the residents actually sit down there or if it's just for looks. Coming to a bridge over the creek. A lot of this area is actually wetlands and if we have a lot of rain, the trail floods and becomes impassible. At some spots, the creek is barely moving, but there are a few small waterfalls.
Two more cyclists pass me and as I round the bend, I spot a doe making her way across the trail! When I get to the spot where she crossed, I look into the woods to see if I can still spot her, but no luck. Are they watching me watching them?
I get to the end of the trail in an office park and see a sign for tours for a local brewery. Hmm! Sounds like fun! I turn around and head back the way I came. Activity on the trail is picking up a bit. Another walker heading my way, a couple of runners, and more cyclists - I notice that I haven't seen any other women on the trail this afternoon.
A flock of birds is flying through the trees from one side of the trail to another. I don't know what kind of birds they are but there are a lot of them. It's a little sunnier now and even steamier. I get back to the under street tunnel and enjoy the cool.
The high school band is playing the national anthem. Then I hear a voice on the loudspeaker, but I can't make out what he's saying. I remember Robert Klein's parody of halftime shows and the echoes of the P.A. system, "And now-ow-ow-ow-ow... a salute to mayonnaise-aise-aise-aise-aise-aise!" Robert Klein played the mayor of New York in Sharknado 2 - when did he get all that gray hair?
"Everyone please assemble on the 50-yard line for a special commemoration!" I wonder if the band is doing something to mark the anniversary of 9/11? I don't hear any spectators cheering. A young boy emerges from a side trail and effortlessly runs far ahead of me. A little further on down the way and I hear the voices of teenaged girls in the woods. Cross country team practice. "I'm fine! Go ahead!"
I emerge from the woods into the parking lot. It's been an hour. I didn't mean to walk that far, but I needed it today. Trying to work off stress and worries. I need to get outside much more often. It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood.