We have arrived at our
destination.
Fresh air caresses the water and a
gentle breeze transmits waves of nourishment onto the eager soil. The majestic
Heron and Sand Crane stand as silent sentinels to this gateway of life. They
flap and squawk vociferously, heralding our approach; their voices startling
and pterodactyl-ish. Graceful black and white geese bob and weave as they glide
effortlessly across the surface. Nimble scissortail-flycatchers perform
aerial acrobatics for us. They dart and swoop in a display of white, black
and umber in an effort to secure their six-legged morsels. Their “V” tails
displayed proudly. Occasionally, dark-furred mink - ever watchful - scurry
and play tag in and among the rocks. The clean-up crew trace circles
overhead and squat ominously in trees, constantly scanning their surroundings
for scraps of the dying, dead, and decayed. The sun slides lower in
the sky and its red-orange radiance is framed sublimely by the trees dressed in magnificent
early fall foliage. Our walk is complete. Regretfully we travel back to
the city with a promise to return soon
~John Wallis 2019~
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