Sunday morning and I got in a good walk. When I walk I feel like I own Houston, or at least the places where I get to go. Slowly walking I can take in details. In fact each time I got the same way I see new things. I went over two bridges. From the top of each bridge I had a grand view. From afar I can see the downtown buildings. Facing another way I can see what appear to be manufacturing buildings. I can see a coffee factory. I know that place. Then there are the tops of warehouses and distribution companies. I see parked trucks. I even see some parked train cars. Over one bridge I can see down into a company filled with piles of dirt, sand, crushed concrete etc. There is a tower advertising asphalt. Here there were train cars filled with what looked like sand on a side track. Even though it is a Sunday morning I can hear sounds of activity. Not a lot but some. I hear clanging and trucks moving. Sometimes I hear the beeping of a truck moving backwards. But I really see no one and rarely see movement.

At the top of a bridge I feel on top of the world. I get a feeling of security. Perhaps it is the high from light exercise.

There are still mulberries on the Lockwood bridge over the ship channel. Even though I was late getting home I stopped and picked a couple of cups of berries. There a still quite a few unripe red berries left on the two trees. But perhaps these will never ripen. I'm not sure. Maybe I'll make another mulberry/strawberry pie.

It is windy today and still pretty cool out. Yet I am sweating profusely. The humidity is back up. Summer is close now. The Chinese tallow trees are in tassel. Pretty soon they will blooming and sending off that musky fragrance. There is only a little spring left.