We leave the playground, and I weave along the lake, trailering the boys. In this warm winter weather, Austin has molted and begun to grow again in little green patches along the water. The rest of the landscape is still dormant, less agressive than the shoots. Clusters of Elephant Ears brazenly crowd along the bank, submerged and waving in the breeze. <\/p>\n
The wind awakens me, and my rhythm intensifies while growing efficient. My muscles remember well; I biked for many years before children. I love the way my quadriceps begin to feel warm. I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t feel this way when I run. My neck burns. I am smiling. <\/p>\n
I pass under Riverside drive, and pause to watch reflections dance uninhibited on the bridge\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s belly, winding up the concrete posts like white fishnet. Sliders anchor the river, basking in the sun, and we count them. I notice a canoe, motionless, with a fisher aboard, waiting.<\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a dry day, and chrushed granite crunches as joggers pass us under the bridge. One woman smiles at the trailer, and I follow her eyes to find Chas\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 sleeping head on Ford\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder. I return to meditate on the coke bottle water, crystalline turquise jade with a fuzzy rockbottom, brimming with rippling silvery fry. <\/p>\n
Barton Springs feeds the creek, the creek feeds the river.The dedicated swimmers, all three of them, are lumbering the length of the pool, their slow, regular paddle lulls me.One is wearing a wetsuit . The elm trees lining the pool are tipped with new leaves, on the pecans, empty shell cases gape at the sky on bare branches, so that we don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t forget that Fall ever happened. But it did, and so did Winter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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