Nearing downtown Watertown, I followed Hope Avenue and hopped on the Luce Line trail. Hope…the name of the street reassured me as I crossed the bridge and passed through Pocket Park. I saw some robins springing around in the newly-green grass and a couple of squirrels chasing each other up and down a tree. The Crow River swelled over her banks; a tree branch floating carelessly along in the swift current.
My husband says you notice nature more when you’re happy. I guess that’s true.