Just the trees and the critters and me in the drizzly old live Oak stand. Two distant dog walkers exiting and later a guy in a Bebop cap and goatee idly wandering the lanes between the trees; looks like someone you mught bum a smoke or a light from just for an interesting bit of conversation.
This knee length, breathable raincoat and wide brimed wool felt walking hat were a great investment. I tried to find the hat style in animal fur which will not shrink so I’ll have to do something to treat the wool. just a bit of a sweat underneath at the end of two miles, what my years of snowshoeing tesll me. I should have stopped somewhere dry to vent a bit.
Away from the avenue just the soft putter of raindrops drowning out the tire whine. Clarion crows and the gronking geese. Egrets peck in the leaf litter. A heron hides under low limbs until the ripples are gone and they can hunt again. The wild ducks at the far ends of the lagoon too haughty to quack for crackers.
Two leisurely miles and no one but a single pass of the cyclist. Not raining hard enough to really test my gear or flood the sidewalks. Just a distant, different sort of susurration of the rain in the trees
Well Bottom Blues 
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