A sharp chill on the muddy Cottonwood Trail. The water in the wetlands and in the creek is a mix of green and burnt ocher and very clear.
I can see a ten foot sculpture of giant red, blue and yellow butterflies through the leafless trees at a back street entrance to the trail.
And here in the muddy path is the huge bare human footprint at least 12 inches long. When I return to the car, there is a youth in sunshades and cap sitting in the open rear of his SUV and on his feet are the running shoes shaped like human feet.
Outside my second floor bedroom window in the early morning, there was a small flock of cedar waxwings
(or Bohemian waxwings usually native to the Northwest) feasting on the berries of the privet.
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