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While the snow continues to fall - here - in Vermont…
I’m reminded that there’s another universe in which others live.
Within the urban environ…I find myself - still - drawn to the natural world.
First look - these great white birds and their grand wingspans appear larger than life.
Second - they appear tiny and almost insignificant.
No matter - their beauty and grace never ceases to take my breath.
Funny - I thought - how she knows exactly.
When the light is just right.
When the shadows speak.
When the wind blows.
She knows.
When to spread her wings - preparing for flight.
When to curl up tight - roosting and resting.
She just knows.
I walked...and walked..and walked some more.
My breath steadied. My mind stilled. There was just me and the sound of my footsteps that followed. I had no plan. There was no destination. It was about nothing other than an exercise in quieting those voices that were shouting much too loudly in my head.
It was dark. It was tangled. I was certain that I'd find nothing in this swampy brown mess.
At first - she appeared as a single solitary light. A figment - perhaps - of my overactive imagination. A dream. A wish. A ghost. A vision. My mind - I had convinced myself - was up to its usual tricks.
I think- I startled her. I think- that's why she flew.
I think - she...like me - was basking in the solitary silence. I think - she...like me - had discovered that the quieter we become...the more we see and the more we hear.
I think- she must have heard me...just as I saw her.