Porch Drop
I walked down to the beach this morning, like I do nearly every day. I could hear the sound of my breath, my footsteps on the path and the birds singing in the trees. The air was cold and it was snowing, weird April snowflakes, the ones that don't belong this time of year. I only heard a few cars today and passed less than a dozen people. The early morning walkers are all on a mission and really respectful about distance. We were probably 20 feet away from each other and play a good game of dodge and avoid on our routes. It's eerie, really, to see society like this. I was the only person on the beach. The water was calm and peaceful. There was one swan floating along and the sunlight was dancing along the top of the lake. The seagulls didn't even move away as I walked through them today and I thought that even the birds could feel the solitude that was present. This walk began as something to do to kill time 3 years ago when I wasn't work...