Collecting

Today i went to secret cove early in am to collect driftwood and write. i was the only person on the beach for over an hour. While there, i saw the most beautiful shade of red in some sea-soaked cedar bark that washed up beside me. I did share the beach with a deer and a fawn, who kept looking back at me as if it sensed my sadness and I wrote a long piece in response to her.

Swallows

Today the swallows flit and bounce and chase each other outside my window. A welcome distraction from the dry annual report i am writing.

Gloriously Ungraceful

Today seven Kingfishers swam together in the shallows while a small boy waded into the fleeting tide. And then a wet golden lab bounded into the water gloriously ungraceful. With no idea of boundaries: it was pure joy.