We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke,

and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
(Tom Stoppard)

"Outdoors"
Kelsey Park

I mentioned briefly yesterday about sitting on the dock in the rain. This is the picture I took of the park when I finally returned to my car. I would have liked to take a better picture of the water (it's a really nice place to sit), but I at least was sensible enough to leave my stuff in the car. That way I was the only thing that ended up soaking wet.