The heron hides her head under a wing; perhaps she doesn't care to see the humans standing there, watching. The reeds in the shallows are rattled by a cold, wet wind. Fresh raindrops begin to trouble the surface of the dark green water, and so the water seems to be shivering. Winter has come to the slough, stark and fascinating. The heron moves on, but not us. We'll stay here for a while longer.
You could me ask why I dug in here, in the middle of this huge valley, like a burrowing owl. You could ask, but I wouldn’t answer very clearly. I’m too busy watching the moon rise and feeling the steady turning of the earth on her axis. I will, however, share a moment and a smile with you.
Good work finds the way between pride and despair.
There is a time to live and a time to die but never to reject the moment.
No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.