Bookends

Walks form the bookends to my days.  In the morning when the temperature is hovering around 2C, the river is still like a looking glass and there is a soft blanket of mist draped over the trees. The sun winks meekly through the leaves.  That's when my walk is brisk and purposeful to stomp some warmth into my legs.  

In the afternoon it's a more leisurely stroll.  The sun is slouching towards the west and the tired and happy tourists are taking their last pictures and leaving the park for the day.

And in between my day is productive but there's a distinct lack of epiphanies.