Essentially the Only One

A swift trip down to the Mississippi River front for a Subway sandwich lunch (a foot-long roasted chicken breast, pepper cheese, lettuce, onions, cucumber, tomato, green pepper, hot pepper, banana pickle, dill pickle slices, black olives on Italian herb bread - delicious!).

The river was exceptionally low. Low enough that the gentle slope of the landing was tapering downward towards a much deeper cut channel and the stones of the bank were broken up and disordered. Something I don't normally see. I felt a strange thrill at being given a glimpse of something the river usually hides.