While waiting for Pilar at the chiropractor's office, I decided to go for a walk. Since I didn't know when she would be ready for me, I took the nearest side street, so my peregrination wouldn't take me a distance that would take too much time on the return leg.
Having decided this, however, I discovered a dirt trail at the end if the culdesac I had just walked down. The path went up a little ridge behind the self-storage place. When I got up on the ridge, I discovered a hidden wetlands. I soon spotted a flock of ducks of a species I had never seen before. In the distance across a pond was a small island on which rested a solitary white chair.
I continued walking along this trail and finding other little ponds and islands. I thought there might be a way to that little chair, and if there was, it would be a good place to sit and wait for Pilar. Perhaps when she called me, I could direct her down the street to to the little trail, and once she came down it, I could wave to her from my white chair across the pond.
As it turned out, she called me before I had a chance to find the little chair. But it was an interesting phone call nonetheless.
Pilar: Where are you?
Me: In a wetland.
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