Brandt’s Creek Autumn

Brandt’s Creek Park.  Autumn is truly here: leafs…butternut drifts , cool humid breath, dark limbs emerging, and the tepid sun.

I am not sitting in my usual place opposite the large willow tree on the winding path.  I am sitting at the edge of the large pond into which the slow slow creek empties.  The island at the centre still shelters McDuck, and as I sit down, a muskrat leaps startled into the still water.  He is content to not understand that I mean him no harm.


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