saturday morning

D is up at 6:30 for work, and gets back tomorrow at 8:30. Hopefully.
I get up at 8. Breakfast. Word.

"Give thanks to the Lord,
for he is good;
his love endures forever."

A walk to and through the park.

End of the month means moving trucks and 

urban detritus on many a corner:
desks and stools and artificial Christmas trees,
magazines, shoeboxes, lamps and paper shredders.

Dog walkers with 4-5-6 dogs--trying to rein them all in:
retrievers and blonde labs and spaniels.

Running groups: The intense, 5-6 minute milers 

in spandex and Asics hats,
and the more leisurely ones, 

with dads pushing strollers, 

women in pink 'Breast Cancer Survivor' shirts.
The occasional pair of bikers whizzing by.
French tourists being led by a red flag-waving guide, 

admiring the Angel Statue.

Uniformed doormen staring out onto the streets, 

building maintenance men hose down the sidewalk

where the dogs have been, pausing for walkers like me.

Coffee smells, grocery bags with baguettes and flowers sticking out. 

Fresh Direct Trucks and nail salons with only a few customers.

Back at home, time to work!