Walking

Sitting in Long Dock Park

… quiet summer morning… thinking about places to publish what i write… this morning the idea of writing longer, more considered posts, weekly, publish to Medium?, Ghost?, how to get it out… what to get out…

… trying to find words for the sound of cicadas… rasping is what i have come up with… it’s not right as rasping is an unpleasant and grating sound, which cicada noise is not…

… i have stopped to listen to the water rifle by in Fishkill Creek, Madame Brett Park…