It wasn’t so windy that it prompted thoughts of returning home, but enough to stir up some drama, and the drama was all about the cascade of leaves — the hue of griddle cakes, most of ’em, amassing on the ground in glorious piles after tumbling from high up on Fremont cottonwood trees — older ones, their heights exceeding two-story town homes. The trees also cast their shimmery reflections across the lakes and adorned the ground with what looked like coins and gems from a shipwreck’s treasure chest.
With all that yellow, the sun couldn’t help but look buttery. Dare I use the word “dapple” here to describe how the light scattered its rays about and filtered through the leaves and branches?
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At the park, it was the scene in the movie where things get better. The story has a made a wonderful turn, just as everyone had hoped.
Ten Canada geese, in formation, hovered above to make it even more prosaic, preparing for a landing, with their celebratory honking signaling their arrival. They’re always such showboats when they descend, like pilots wooing the crowds below. Even later, after they’d had their fill of floating and stepped out of the lakes, we got the majestic spreading of their wings as they lifted themselves onto land and shook off the water in a visually pleasing displays.
At the park, it was the scene in the movie where things get better. The story has a made a wonderful turn, just as everyone had hoped. The entire cast is smiling radiantly, flush as sunrise. We get the uplifting music in full orchestra — perhaps some number by Strauss. Maybe even a frolic by Debussy. We get laughter and champagne – a toast to the bride and groom, maybe, if that’s your thing?
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