Afternoon walk

My reward for writing is almost always a good walk and heading for the lake is even more special. The temperature didn't live up to its promise to be 30° which would have left me melting and rethinking the walk. As it was, I was happy to have a sweatshirt.

Although some might think it is the same old same old, each time I do it, I find some delight to make me smile. This walk was especially joy-filled starting with a pair of siesta ducks that weren’t bothered at all that I crept close. Good thing I wasn’t a fox.