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Patterson Park Trail
Lunch, Thursday, April 14, 2005
my knee has stopped hurting. i'm experimenting with a higher saddle height. rode out along the trail that skirts around Mundy's Bay to the old pier on the opposite side, to sit and watch the waning ice: rich shades of blue-grey, and slurries of slush; white dapples of gulls standing on the ice-floes; the bobbing-head courting of a pair of mallard ducks in the open water before my feet. who owns the water? the ice? the vapour as it rises and mixes with the air? the sunlight when we commoditize it as solar energy? the genetic codes of the male and female ducks? their flight patterns as they shoot off over the melting ice?
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