If I check my work calendar and move out of this bike lane I could perhaps stay a while.
Seeing the autumn-typical luminescent river mist, I stop and park at the dirt trailhead to walk a minute into the light.
It is too bright to look upriver. Let’s see what the camera can make of it.
It is the first time I’ve seen the owner of the old mountain bike that’s often parked beside the path behind the Quarry office buildings along the river. He looks homeless though perhaps “homeless” is the wrong appellation for any who can spend mornings along the resplendent river without need to check their work calendar.
I stop on the orange Baybrook Court Bridge for the usual downriver look then turn to watch fog rolling low across Warm Springs Golf Course.
Someone appears to be sending gravity waves from the future.
I don’t have the freedom of the homeless. The nine o’clock on my calendar beckons.
by Jason Abbott