Something instinctively tells me to look over the bridge railing on Sunday evening, as I though I saw something in the water below.

I recall hearing something heavy diving into the water Thursday evening.  Perhaps it was a bird flying away, but I do not recall hearing its wings flap.  Maybe it was a large turtle.  Yeah, that’s it, a large turtle.  There is a logical, rational explanation for everything.

Peering over the aluminum railing reveals a brown log in the water with a tapered end.  Then, it dawns on me.  I’m looking down at an alligator.  The first thought that enters my mind is, “Is that real?”

It looks so calm and relaxed in the water below.

Oh yes, it is real.

I continue on my long jog which for some reason crumbles into eight miles of walking.