The St. Lawrence

... the sun can't quite break through the clouds ...

I waslked down to the St. Lawrence this morning.

Who can say that about this day.

It was Sunday and everyone in the house was asleep but me.

I slipped on my walking clothes, put a sweater on under my coat, wrapped a scarf around my neck and headed down to the water.

... the view of the clouds in the water of the St. Lawrence ...

I looked across the St. Lawrence and I couldn't tell if the horizon was tilted or straight across. My intellect suggested that it was straight but when I held my phone up and tried to make things level, they just didn't look that way. It didn't matter to me. I was so interested in the refection of the sky in the water.  And I was enjoying the cool, moist air as it filled my lungs at each breath.

A few joggers passed me and I say two cyclists go by -- men who had children in a chair behind them.  I could hear their conversation with each other.  They rode on the side roads so that they could ride abreast of one another.

Just a lovely morning was for a couple of hours.

Arta