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.