Unlike last Christmas, this morning’s Christmas walk in Bidwell Park was gray and drizzling.
No matter. Rain or shine, something beautiful or interesting is always likely to show up in the Park. “Beautiful” like that of the creek running swift through Sycamore Pool and plunging over the One Mile dam.
Or “interesting” like the young man showing up this morning in a wetsuit and carrying a surfboard. I watched him step into the freezing water and start paddling around the pool. I thought if he surfs over the edge of the dam, I’ll have the photo of the year. But he was an experienced surfer, up here from Mexico visiting family and knew better than to venture too close to the dam. He said except for his hands he wasn’t cold at all. Being a surfer, I guess he couldn’t miss out on a day in the water.
Later, I went down to the Shalom Free Clinic Thrift Store with a bag of “goodies.” Nancy and her crew of “intern-elves” were busy making breakfast for the homeless. I hung around for a little while and then came back home to my nice dry, warm house, with expectations of having a delicious Christmas dinner with my husband. It hurt to think of those who couldn’t go home to a warm, dry house, and I knew that but for good fortune, I could well be one of them. May I always keep an open heart for those in need.