I am near the end of the semester. What more can be said about the lake path, about the regularity of working late and early and many hours in between?
I bike along the lake. I take a minute to watch the boat take in the junk that’s making our lakes so miserably green instead of blue.
Purchase photo 1958
On the way back home, I grab just the very last minutes of the other other market. So that I can collect flowers for my condo.
Nothing pushes me out of the routine. Is that a good thing?