I saw

Prohibtion signs (no bikes allowed to the island, no fishing from the bridge)

People running. I'd like to live close enough to run over the bridge and around the island in the morning.

The old lady walking over to the bird feeder with bags of dry bread. Suddenly there was a full swarming around her like they had been waiting for her. I've seen her before, in the winter time by the feeder.

And a scarf. Lost by someone, found by someone else.