Bloganuary Day 27

It’s by a running river where sea eagles hunt for fish and otters play in the waters, where the breeze blows and the trees sway in harmony along the banks. It probably takes me an hour to walk from one end to the other, but in that hour the wind softly buffets me, like an old friend.

At the other end, as fluffy clouds float by, I watch herons stalking fish or turtles basking motionless in the last hour of the setting sun. Sometimes, I gasp in awe as the occasional eagle swoops low as if to say Hello.

It’s a beautiful world, filled with diversity.