Today was marked by both a beautiful sunrise and a beautiful sunset. The sky was that perfect combination of clouds and blue, the air crisp and the breeze ever blowing. As it was so beautiful after work, A and I decided to go down to the greenbelt to take some pictures and go for a little meander. We felt like the briskness of the air would detract from the enjoyment of a run, but bundled in coats and hats, a nice walk would be lovely.
As we pulled into the parking lot the sun was just starting for the mountains, throwing its rays into the sky to be caught by the clouds. I immediately headed for the river, breathing in the beauty of the sky reflected in the icy water. A, in his ever patient way, stood by, letting me take far more pictures than necessary without complaint. When I’d had my fill of that particular stretch of river, we started down the trail, taking in the colors and intensity of the light.
At the next little outcrop to the river, I left the trail, intent on capturing a log partially submerged in the river. As I neared the river, a loud, sudden smack against the water startled me, sending a shriek into the evening. Something, and something really rather large, had just jumped into the icy water.
A and I stood on the edge of the bank, staring at the moving water and then a little beaver popped up, swimming against the current. I couldn’t believe our luck. The beaver was mere feet from us, and there we were, in the middle of town on a random Tuesday night. Not only have I never seen a beaver so close, I had no idea they lived around the greenbelt. The beaver swam upstream and we crossed paths with it again as we followed the trail further out. Each time it saw us, it smacked the water and disappeared, only to emerge a minute or two later.
I feel like today was just my lucky day. Not only was it beautiful, but I got to see something unexpected and learn something new. I never realized how cute and graceful beavers could be. And, I have to say, that smack they make when they dive underwater is so satisfying. If I were a beaver, I’d dive all day long, just to hear my tail hit the water.