In the interest of keeping myself honest, this post is about nothing more than upholding my resolution to vary my walk route at least weekly.
Today I went back to Belle Isle for a semi-sunny trek around the island, the river sounding even louder than usual, perhaps due to all the recent rain.
The sun brought out the usual joggers but only a few people lounging on the rocks. I hate to think lounging season is over.
Today I also walked out to the head gate to get to the rocks that face southside and found not another soul.
A woman with a butterfly net and a determined countenance looking for specimens.
A woman on a unicycle navigating the bumpy and irregular trail by the water.
Best of all, a guy playing guitar on the furthest out rock possible, water rushing all around him. Strumming passionately to the falls.
And to me, although he didn't know it. What a wonderful way to end my walk.