At the Pond

Anxious, after a difficult day, I went out before dinner last night and took the uphill walk to the pond, just a few blocks from my house.  The sky was overcast, the streets wet from rain, the air cool and damp.  Few people were on the street, and few cars.  Rush hour was over.

My heart beat fast as I climbed, slowed as I strolled.  When I got to the pond, I listened for the red wing blackbirds, which nest there, but they had settled in for the night.  

The pond picked up what light there was.