Low Tide

At lunch I rode around Foster City on the bike path near the canals. There was enough of a head wind that I got a decent work out. And I got lost enough that I felt like I was on a small lunch time adventure.
And it was all mine. I saw maybe 3 or 4 people out there.
Foster City used to be a city dump. It's all landfill and marsh and canals and toxic muck.
When there are earthquakes, the earth feels like a ship swaying in the sea.
I don't like earthquakes. I instinctively grab the nearest person and hold on tight. It startles people more then the earthquake I think - that this wide eyed, crazed redheaded woman is squeezing them. But If I get buried in this building, I want someone with me so we can help each other dig out.
Anyway, I rode around on the bike path in the wind not really seeing anyone and enjoying my freedom from corporate america for just a little bit. Singing and smiling to myself, I came upon this scene: Marshlands with pretty birds and kitty cats and low tide and a sign about how important the marshlands are and how they're restoring them to their original state and the kinds of animals that live in the marshlands and it made me feel nice.
And then I counted 9 shopping carts stuck in the muck behind the sign.