A wonderfully cool morning out, still winds and low humidity making it almost almost feel like a genuine autumnal stroll.
Keely, in particular, was energized which means that she wanted to go slowwwwwly in order to thoroughly sniff each and every bush, leaf, and rock along the way. So, our walk ran long but neither of us minded at all.
It was so still that all the fowl were floating in the pond like rubber ducks in a tub, scattered all around. It was a full moon out, setting quickly but still reflecting beautifully off the water so that the ducks and geese became tiny little voids in the shape of birds on the surface.
A few lights around the park are still out — the city is quick to tear down picnic gazebos and install anti-homeless “decor” to benches and tables but it lets the lamps flicker and die for weeks and months before fixing them. Priorities, I guess.
But then, I should be careful what I ask for. I had not counted the halogen-lit lamps in a while and I have discovered that we have gone up by one, to a total of six (this is just the decorative lamps around the pond, not the parking lot or cottage green light posts). Combined with the furiously bright white lights in the pond’s gazebo, that makes for a significant increase in lighting.
It’s hard wired into our brains to be wary of the dark, in which our eyes do not work very well and all manner of horrors might lurk, but I still love the quiet feel of the incandescent lighting, despite the sallow, yellow/orange tinge. But then I’ve always appreciated the inherent oooky spooooky vibes of nighttime. Especially now that it’s October!