Saturday we went to one of our city's many park trails. This one is exactly a mile long, with increments of 0.10 miles marked. It has "fitness stations" along the way--a pull-up bar, balance beam, sit-ups ramp, and so forth. Some of them are missing, but I at least tried the ones that are there.
It was a perfect day in the city. 83 degrees, light breeze blowing--who could ask for more. Some people were really pumping it up out there, but most were strolling like us.
Trees are budding, the grass is green, and a pretty little creek/canal runs through the middle of the park.
I thought it would be nice to put my feet right there where the soft silt has collected, but then I thought again. The water was likely cold, the creek had litter and who knows what else in it, and it was probably mud not sand. I just decided to imagine it instead. I sound like an Aesop's fable of some sort; I just can't remember which one.