In the mountains, I live at the edge of wilderness.
Quite often, I'm alone on the trails, observing and enjoying.
By November, ice is opaque and milky on the beaver ponds.
The wind flings veils of snow off the high peaks.
I walk watchfully in case I meet a moose or bear or coyote also out for a stroll.
In the city, I join the hustle and bustle.
Though I'm often in my own company, I'm rarely alone.
This morning, I left the house early to walk the mile to Rose Hospital. I had an appointment for a routine screening. On the way there, I pass a research lab in a row of abandoned medical facilities. Today, the place was surrounded by police cars, with uniformed officers stationed at each entrance, hands on their holsters. I passed by on the sidewalk as even more police cars converged on the scene. An hour later on my way home, the place was ringed by police and there was also an ambulance. Nearing the front of the building, I saw that they had a handcuffed older man in custody, his jeans pulled down around his knees as they searched him. He had a grizzled day's growth of stubble but otherwise looked like any average person you might meet anywhere. I noticed he was wearing the same underpants my husband has.
It's funny what sticks in your mind.
Just as I passed the shakedown scene, the Swat team emerged from the building with their clubs and rifles still at the ready. Some led search dogs that were all business, not a wagging tail among them. At the end of the building, one lone cop, frizzy-haired and overweight with a bored expression on her face continued to stand sentry.
All in a day's work I thought - but kept my mouth shut.
You might wonder why I didn't cross the street, stay out of harm's way, avert my eyes at least.
Well, why indeed?
It all happened so fast, I became part of the action. There were no barricades, so I just kept walking and observing - both of which I do well. I was the white-haired lady dressed in black whom everyone just ignored as they concentrated on the task at hand.
You never know what you'll see if you just keep looking.
I guess I'm in wilderness, whether I'm in the mountains or in the city.
I used the CAMERA! app on these iPhone photos.
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