Birds whistle in an assortment of pitches, a sound unfamiliar since I live in the city, and the scent of mud and decomposed leaves reigns. The greenspace is definitely alive, but I can't see its movement. The energy is hiding in photosynthesis and rabbits and snakes slithering underneath brush. Regardless, Mother Nature's mark is obvious. I wonder how the river affects the habitat, and how the Preserve exists despite such an imminent threat of flood.
Parking is limited and the car roads are narrow.
But when I left, I noticed two spots on the side of the road cleared for cars to pardon each other. The Preserve closes at dusk. The Cincinnati Enquirer , a Gannett Co. Inc. newspaper.