Travel to the Trinity: Part II

I chose a much better day to visit the lovely Trinity. It was Sunday, September 28 and it was finally sunny! Lucky for me, my sister lives in the apartments with a view of the Trinity, so I was able to get a much brighter better shot this time.

Ahh, much better. 

This picture is clear and crisp, unlike the murky water. I am still saddened by the amount of green in the river. 

This time I ventured down a path to see if there was a bench to sit on, and eureka!, there was. I, unfortunately, forgot to take a photo of said beautiful bench. 

Because of the better weather, I was graced with a far better collection of subjects people to observe. I saw 12 (TWELVE) people on walks with their dogs, 4 moms with strollers, 2 families, and 3 couples. It must have been family day. 

It is interesting that on such a sunny day people went out with others, presumably loved ones. But on the cloudy day, folks went out by their lonesome. Maybe the weather was representative of their mood that day? So they felt they had to connect with nature, and the same can be said for sunny days. 

Sunday is also a great day to visit the Trinity because it is a day of rest. Whether you believe in God or not, resting is promoted in our culture on Sundays. Eat brunch, go to the farmer's market, watch football, walk the Trinity. All on the list of acceptable Sunday activities. 

One of the three couples thought a great place to have a deep discussion was on the bench right next to me and yell talk about their problems. 

They talked about grad school and the big gray, scary place called "after college" and came to no conclusions. But they did manage to make me feel extremely uncomfortable. (5 points to Gryffindor?) 

Then a precious family walked by with two little girls and a little boy. They reminded me so much of my family 15 years ago. Two girls, separated by only a couple of years, attached at the hip, and obsessing over their perfect, unworldly, little brother. You could feel the parents pride. The parents laughed at things their kids did, but in an encouraging, nonjudgmental way. 

Side note: these people sound like I invented them. Especially when I tell you they packed a picnic.

Anyway, this transportation into time was lovely and picturesque. 

I saw a corgi, two yellow labs, a golden retriever, and some other dogs which I could not tell you their breed. 

I saw green water, and a blue couple, and a bright yellow family. 

People always flock to water. Why do we go to the beach? Why is a restaurant or hotel room so much more expensive better with a lake/ocean/pond view? Is it because on some deep level, all humans connect with water in a way they can't explain?

Probably, yes.

Water is beautiful and vital. We literally could not live without it. But we live in a world where we treat it like trash. 

And even though no one littered near or around the area of the Trinity that I was in, it is somehow still green.