to longfellow gardes and the falls
60 degrees / humidity: 90%
A nice run. Calm, quiet, not too warm. I was surprised to see that the humidity was 90%; it didn’t feel that humid. Ran south on the river road trail, past the falls, under to mustache bridge, near the old statue of Longfellow (is it Longfellow, or someone else? I can’t remember now) and over to Longfellow Gardens. Beautiful fall flowers. My favorites: purple cylinder-shaped ones and some bright pink ones that almost looked like zinnias but not quite. I stopped to walk through the flowers and noticed about a dozen people with cameras — a class? a photography group?
The falls were almost completely dry. Running on the path above then, close to the road, I heard a voice call out, echo! echo! Maybe someone walked on the dry creek to under the bridge?
Running south: no headphones
Running after the falls: playlist, Bruno Mars
10 Things I Noticed
- no water in the creek, just rocks
- clear, cloudless, bright blue sky
- the faint outline of the moon
- the dribble dribble sound of water trickling down the limestone in the park
- the recently re-paved (2 or 3 years ago?) path below the mustache bridge is already puckering in places — what causes that?
- a woman speaking to another woman while walking near the falls, It’s beautiful! She’s lucky to live here.
- more slashes of red and orange, no slashes of yellow — yellow comes in splotches, not slashes, I think
- the smallest sliver of sparkling river through the trees
- all the benches were empty
- lots of construction sounds on edmund, near Dowling Elementary — jack hammers, rumbling bobcats
Here’s a poem I found on twitter this morning. I’d like to read more of Swenson’s work.
The River/ Cole Swenson
It is a rare night
down along the river,
a sheet of glass repeating
“I am water.”
The lights upon it
do not dance, but strike
and go down forever.
This river has forgotten
the way to the sea,
it will wander the earth
like a liquid sleepwalker
stopping people on the street
and asking, “have I arrived?”