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.


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