The sky is blue. It's 35 degrees and a perfect day to go for what had been my daily walk. From home I climb up the hill, up the boulevard, to the park and down through it to go back home. I hadn't walked this route in a few weeks due to the snow and ice, but the sun was warm enough to melt a path. As I enter the park I walk around the top pond. the path leads to a small stream fed by the top pond and connecting to another further down. The water here is continually running, brisk and clear. And now, or at any time of year, debris becomes part of the visual scape. Waterbury has many hidden treasures. Some are unexpected.
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