A perfect moment at the river's edge. A blue heron grooming it's plumes carefully ignoring any activity in the parking lot. I hear plops in the water from fish and frog, muffled by the steady beat of crickets. This edge is drying, rocks and clams exposed. I see the stems attached to the lilypads and I meditate on the illusion of floating the pads enact all summer.
My sole cloud on the horizon. Solitary creepy guy lounging here. Why is there always a creepy guy in my nature quests? My longing for a dog as companion in these moments grows.