Riverpeople

Walking along the Mississippi, I strayed from the cement path, following well beat-down grass for thirty feet so that I could get a view of the sunset while sitting on a stony alcove. Unsure if I was trespassing on Federal land, my palms sweat for a few minutes until I ran into a barefoot middle-aged man drinking Mountain Dew, two couple with guitars singing like John Mayer and another couple watching the sky from a blanket they brought with them or made there... I don't know which. I was suddenly surrounded by more people in these bluffs than the sidewalk along river road.

The sunset was beautiful, I saw real fish flopping around in the Mississippi and a pair of birds fluttered around the bushes. Was I actually in St. Paul proper?