City wildlife

On my early morning walk in the city, I wrapped my scarf around my neck to keep warm and headed towards Eastern Tidal Strait. Always, my instinct is to go towards water. When I emerged from the deep shade of the tall buildings, I could feel the sun shining down onto the sidewalks and pathways of the little park that runs along the river. I saw a man practicing some kind of kick-boxing moves along the curving sidewalk. A runner went by, listening to music that only he could hear. I stood near the railing to watch the boats go by: tugboats and barges and little boats too. Seagulls and pigeons barely moved as I approached. When I heard a frenzy of barking, I wandered over to the dog park, where a woman had put a leash on her big brown dog and was yelling, sternly and repeatedly, "No humping! No humping!" Clearly, I had missed some kind of photo op.