veterans’ home loop
Warmer today. Sunny, bright, clear. The river sparkled and burned. Shadows everywhere. Big columns of ice next to the falls, a thin sheen of ice on the steps and the bridge over the creek. Saw my shadow far below me while I was above on the bridge over to the veterans’ home. Encountered at least half a dozen darting squirrels, one was heading straight towards me but did a sharp turn away at the last minute. Near the end of my run, I saw and heard a vee of geese flying low in the sky — maybe 12 of them? Something about the blue sky and the brilliant light made their wingtips look silver. I didn’t stop running, but I craned my neck as I moved to keep watching them.
- kids at recess, playing on the playground at minnehaha academy: scattered voices laughing, yelling
- some sort of chirping bird — not a cardinal, a robin? finch?
- the caw caw of a crow, down in the gorge
- the gushing falls — steadily falling creek water
- rustling in the leaves, 1: a squirrel
- rustling in the leaves, 2: a chipmunk or a bird
- rustling in the leaves, 3: a person walking below me on the Winchell Trail
- honking geese
- a chain link fence rattling — someone playing disc golf near Waban
- missing sounds: didn’t hear any roller skiers or music from a bike or a car, no bikes whizzing by or horns honking, and no fake train bell at the 50th street station as I ran near the John Stevens house
Stopped at the Folwell bench to admire the view and to check on my watch which had turned off. Bummer — out of charge, so no data from today’s run. Took a picture of the gorge: