They came with dogs, with dates, with kids. They came on bikes, others with fishing poles. Some jogged, some strolled.  Some came for selfies and left. Others lingered. Some sat and looked at the river, others looked at their phones. Some came as if they reached a dead end and turned around, others as if they’d reached the promise land. Some took pictures of each other over and over, others soaked in the sun. 

I sat and talked to my daughter, soaking in all she expressed, while watching the altar call parade. 

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