We Have Been Here Before

We have been here before.

We have seen these same trees: the Junipers and Oaks sensibly standing back from creekbed and the torrents that sometimes flow this way; the battered, leaning Sycamores without the same sense.

We have heard the same birds singing from the woods and seen the same vultures turning on breezes against the blue sky.

We have watched the green-blue water fall -- listened to its noisy rush, smelled the air, certain that there could be nothing finer than this.

We have been here before. And each time is better than the last.

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Barton Creek Greenbelt, Austin TX

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Clouds and Sunshine

Clouds in the morning and a cool breeze before the race.

Sunshine afterwards as we sat on the grass by the lake and watched the finished runners mill.

Clouds again later, a flat deck high overhead threatening rain at times and just looking dreary at others.

Sunshine again, just in time to turn the compost pile.

Clouds again, and cool breeze enough to warrant a jacket for me and fuzzy socks for her as we sat outside on the bench.

And then one last flash of golden light as the setting sun broke thru the clouds in the west and lit up the treetops to the east.

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