The weather wrestled between a warm 45 degrees with the occasional glimpse of sun, and a rough 25 degrees with high winds and slanted rain.
I saw a lot of magpies fluttering through the park. They are often perched in trees, swooping across the lawns of frozen grass, or grouped together by the dozen.
When I was on an early morning walk through the park, I saw how the fog lifted off the river rapids, glistening in the white sunlight. The fog clung to the ground and hung beneath the trees in a way I had never quite seen before, or at least taken the time to admire. I stared at it for so long you'd have thought I was waiting for Mr. Darcy to walk right through!
