4:35 a.m. Cove Island Park morning walk. 445 consecutive days. Like in a row. This train just keeps rollin’.
If there is a Heaven (and God, I hope so) it would be here, not in La Jolla, right here.
63° F. Low humidity. Gentle breeze at 5 mph off Long Island Sound. And no Humans (yet).
Summer breeze makes me feel fine…blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind. Go ahead, I know you want to. Lip sync it. I’ll wait for you.
…
It’s inevitable. When you trudge around in semi-darkness (aka daybreak), that sh*t will happen.
Circa 1 year ago, left foot plummeted down a 18” hole. It’s flat earth, and then there’s a Hole, out of nowhere. Down I go. Hyperventilating, thinking this Hole, was refuge for a wolverine, or a rabid raccoon. I yank my foot out, rocks scrape knee, calf, leg —F*ckin’ H*ll.
6 weeks ago, low tide, top of shoe snags on a metal strap, like what would a metal strap being doing here. It rips a gash through shoe, sock, and stops a hair from gouging the top of my arch. More (a lot more) choice curse words because I read somewhere that cursing is a sign of intelligence. And I believe this. Yet, what fails to register, is that if this were true, I’d have an IQ of 180, like Mensa +. And we all know this ain’t true, so more bullshit, you really can’t believe everything you read.
This morning, toe catches stone. Like a small stone. Bigger than a pebble, but smaller than Stonehenge. Body shudders like a Bobblehead. I regain my balance, and miraculously I’m still upright. Still got it. 10 years from now Pal, you won’t be this lucky. No you won’t. You and your backpack, full of your Canon gear, will pull you under, and your spirit bird, the Cormorrant, diving, poking your eye balls out. God, where is this going?
I walk. Hobbling now.
Two ladies. 70’s. Approach. They point at the moon, a giant full moon and ask: “Is that the Sun?”
Over my shoulder, from the East, the horizon glows, sunrise in 10 minutes. I turn and point: “Sun, that way.”
Bloody Hell. I might just be Mensa!
Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 5:59 a.m. 63° F. July 24, 2021. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.
glad you are still upright and your brain is intact! i love the sun question so much
Upright, yes, Beth. Brain intact, that’s open to interpretation!
and consider the source ))
True!
You had me laughing out loud and then I felt bad because of all your falls. I shouldn’t be laughing….But … loved the way you told this.
Thanks Anneli!
I want to know how you determined the cormorant was your spirit animal…and I completely agree with the theory that creative cursing is a sign of intelligence. That said, I would be the reason to wonder if the moon was the sun or vice versa –
Cormorant Spirit animal background. Here: http://davidkanigan.com/2020/07/10/walking-in-search-of-my-spirit-bird/
Keep on keepin’ on!
Yes!
You. Crack. Me. Up. Note to self…DK’s 2021 Christmas gift: a hand carved walking stick with the inscription “Damnit, still walking, like many, many days in a row.”
Laughing. Horror. Me with a walking stick. Let’s hope that’s years and years away
I was thinking you’d look rather jaunty…trekking along as it were. Don’t see it as an age thing, personally, but that’s just me.
Oh. There’s no doubt you stand alone. All alone on that.
I’m with Lori. You crack me up. And, it IS proven that swearing helps reduce pain so… there is THAT…
Poor women not recognizing the moon. Seriously…
I know. I felt bad for them. Need to get outside more Ladies.
No kidding. I mean, the moon can be bright but… no way can it compare to the sun!
And by the way, I am happy you didn’t injure yourself – these “little” things that come up and trip us can cause serious grief.
I know! Even I can figure that out. And the moon was huge!!!
Haha! Of course you can. I did capture it last night…
Mensa?????? I think you should apply, today!
Laughing. Right!!!
Hey, for all I know you’re there. Right? My fireplace was installed this morning and it will be great with the triple digit numbers we have nest week.
Laughing. Fire it up!
It is less hot than the weather today! And it’s getting hotter starting tomorrow. Triple temps most of next week.
Ouch!
You can call it a “hiking stick” ye know. I bought a hand-finished, varnished (and with leather wrapped grip) tree-limb kind from a Vets organization function after husband’s first roof-fall hobbling. Son, tho, has used it these 20 years on every 4,000-footer climb! He has it in every summit photo and truly, it has been admired at least once on every climb. Where you go, backpack and all, it would look quite normal, I promise!
Hiking Stick! Now that might have a chance of working! Thank you!
Chuckling … you still got it!
I sure do!!!
so next time I hear someone curse, I’ll just assume they are in Mensa…
EXACTLY!
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Awesome shot!! … “4:35 a.m. Cove Island Park morning walk. 445 consecutive days. Like in a row. This train just keeps rollin’.”
Glad you didn’t do a face plant on the ice, like that time you got off the train in the city on your way to the office..Hope you wear hiking boots!///Memorial day w/end I had an old rusty nail go through my hiking boot ad into my heel, ugh….Last night the moon was so Bright! // My daughter must have read the same article about intelligence and swear words, I hate swears and she reminds me of the intellect of those we swear…btw, she is extremely intelligent…my father and a brother belong to Mensa…the rest of us never bothered exploring the Mensa membership process…///your photo so amazing, all those layers of color and varying heights !
Glad I didn’t do a face plant either! And yes, the Moon was giant! Thank you Christie!
Everything is relative…. Glad you are still upright. All these walks will keep you that way so no fear.
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Mary Ann, I’ll take your word for it! Thanks!
Beautiful captures. 👏Try sitting 🧎as hard as it is…Less likelihood of falling ha!
Brilliant!
Thank you Jean!
This is hilarious. Thanks for the laughs! 🤗
Thanks Bela!
Beautiful, moving, made me laugh
Thank you Patti!
I love walking in the morning when it’s so peaceful and quite and there’s nowone else around!
So me too Edie!