Ugh. Too far a drive for a regular weekday morning, I should’ve stayed at my home skatepark.

But, to be fair, slabs of golden sunrise light swam through the trees, and the damp, cold air lifted, and with it the dew which had settled over the concrete.

Then a lone deer across the street and next to a parking lot.

Then a lone goose, twice. Perhaps the leader, rousing the rest from sleep to train for the coming exodus south.

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