This morning I went out to the Mississippi river. There had been a heavy fog in the early morning, heavy enough that I could not see the buildings outside the window. But the fog cleared away as the sun came out revealing a vibrant sky. The warm sun rid of the goosebumps on my skin created by the light breeze in the air. The river flowed towards my left with countless ripples and sparkling reflections from the sky. The river made no sound but kept eager to listen. The sounds of downtown behind me muted by the steady flap of the flags in the wind. I sat there. I sat for quite some time.
