1) A startled cardinal alighting indignantly the street, flicking his tail in reproach as I walk down the driveway to start
2) A leopard slug creeping inevitably across the sidewalk, plenty large enough to be spotted and dodged, leaving a trail that will shine later in the sun
3) The red foxy-fox rustled out of the marsh, the tip of its luxurious tail a white spark as it hurries away, wary of my approach; it pauses to look back at me before disappearing in a heartbeat
4) A band of pink circling just above the horizon line, separating two shades of blue sky on these clear, cool-ish, and dry mornings
5) Distraught mallards frantically flapping into the water, every time I loop past them; their harried quacking and honking follows my back
6) This spring's goslings are now indistinguishable from the rest of the gaggle making a mess of the path, faithfully ignoring me unlike the volatile crew which colonized Paper Mill Park
7) Deer picking daintily in the grassy spaces below the rim of the lake, unaware (uncaring?) that they are actually in the middle of a residential plain
8) A woman doing intervals, igniting a competitive flare and necessitating a reminder to my legs that they are not out there to run fast today
9) Darkness under the trees on the connector trail, requiring a delicate touch so as not to wind up meeting the roots with my face, which I wipe repeatedly as I pass through web after invisible web
10) A rumble, then a roar, as the early freight train trundles through the heart of Newark below, its blaring siren an alarm clock for anyone living along its route
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