Fall can make a man cagey and hurried. Unwilling to accept the end of a season, unable to embrace the beginning of another, we seek opportunity wherever it can be found. Another nugget for our cache. Soon they will all be gone.
|Mississippi River, Monday 7:00 AM|
|The St. Paul Boat Club|
|Light returns to the city.|
|Looking west as the sun comes up behind me.|
|Bridges and band-shells.|
For now, anxiety gives way to wholesome satisfaction.