For weeks I have delayed refilling prescriptions. Reluctance to journey into Lodi settled over me. Would empty streets greet me? Could I bring myself to wear a mask into CVS?
Finally I could wait no longer. Empty bottles nudged me into action. I left my house at 9:00 a.m. on Friday. Instinctively I threw my camera onto the passenger’s seat.
A half mile from the park, I glanced out the window and gasped. A heavy freighter inched its way through the deep channel of the San Joaquin. I braked in the middle of Brannan Island Road. At the particular spot, I had no option. Lose the shot, or force oncoming cars to go around me. I raised the lens and fumbled with the settings. A pick-up rose in my rear view mirror but I persisted. They tacked around me; I raised my hand and saw the flick of an answering gesture. They understood.
Around the loop, I glanced across the island. My heart stopped when I saw that the ship had kept pace with my circuit. Once more, I came to a halt. Once more, I raised my little camera. The world stood still for that amazing moment. Then I journeyed forward, my heart a little gladder for the glorious gift of a Delta morning.
It’s the second day of the seventy-seventh month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.