Six Mile Creek (or Spring Fever)

Today was the prefect spring day.  The daffodils and tulips were blooming.


So I decided to go for an evening walk.  It was dusk.  I walked just up the street to a park called Six Mile Creek in Ithaca, NY.  The sun was setting, and there was a pervasive color of grey across the whole landscape.  I went first to the upper of the two trails at the park.


The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I walked down the trail.  It wasn’t far down the trail — a steep gorge off to my right — that I spied a small blue and grey tent at the bottom of the hill.  My eyes traversed the hill above, and I saw a couple fucking in the trees.  They were young, and doing it doggy-style.

I then walked up the water treatment plant above the park.  There were two bunnies there.  And then I walked through a cemetery on State St (which is also called Martin Luther King Dr.), where I saw four deer running among the stones.  It was dark by the time I reached the cemetery, so I could really just see the white tails of the deer as they ran across the land.


From there I came home.


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