1. There is a huge difference between walking at 6 am and walking at 7 am: radiant sun equals radiant heat
2. Good socks make all the difference
3. Vitamin D just plain feels good
One of the docks at White Rock is my goal for the turnaround. It's beautiful in all lights and patterns of the water beneath. Yesterday I sat on a nearby bench for a few quiet minutes and watched a group of men and boys fishing. The boys appeared to be young teenagers, interacting only with their fathers for the unpopular job of baiting the hook. They spread out strategically, each assuming a post on the pier to maximize access to fish territory. The Dads looked on proudly. I thought about this scene as one of community. 
I thought about the lessons of fishing: patience, tenacity, hope, disappointment and joy. I remembered my Grandmother's love of fishing--one so passionate she often lived near the water. I wish I could remember more of our fishing lessons. I'm pretty sure I found them boring.
I've grown to love "my" dock over the past six years. I've seen it in all weather and light, on busy mornings and on still. Docks are places of a good kind of limbo...not quite on land, not quite on water. When I walk I send a quick snap on my phone to my friend and health guru Beth. It's funny how motivating sending a text to a friend can be--like getting the "warm fuzzy" pin for a week in Miss Mannering's music class in the first grade. It is the prize...about 1.5 miles from my front door. Once there, I turn around and head back, pensive about the day ahead and grateful for each step toward it.
