One last thought before I dull the pain of my tired feet by closing it into the dark of shut eyes.
The pain was well worth their pleasure.
How many wheels, at least automatic, could have crushed the tiny splinters of that bridge?
None.
How many horns could have disturbed the peace of that thriving, peaceful community of resident ducks?
No one walks around with a trumpet.
No trailer hitches snag on the flowers, no rubber tire mess litters the river.
And yes it is the city, and yes there is litter,
and yes the squirrels eat from what it delivers,
but they've adapted this way.
The city I can appreciate is filled with life, with bounteous life, and as long as I can travel on my own two feet, I can find it everywhere, I can leave the street.
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