An oblique sort of day

Begun in mist and ended thusly. Around 2:00 the sun broke through gloriously as we did an 8 block walk. I decided to run and weightlift today to free up tomorrow for a climbing workout. As I cruised along Green Lake, gauzy screens of fog could be detected slipping across the lake. As I rounded a bend and looked back, I could see a fog bank moving towards Upper Woodland Park and the south end of the lake. The golden birch leaves were jingling coins on the branches; a fisherman had landed a huge brown carp which lay in a curl on the grassy shore, dead and lusterless.
Our beloved son got home safely from a week-long visit with friends in Boston. He seems to have enjoyed it, mostly, although he is no fan of big cities. he's going up to Index tomorrow morning with a friend to climb those cruel cliffs.