The day awakes. The misty light of dawn
reaching it's warm tendrils into the still morning air.
The water shines, motionless. Not the
slightest ripple breaks its glassy surface, reflecting the trees
which reach down to meet it.
I walk in the growing light, the world
slowly yawning and stretching around me.
A heron stands, like a grey, feathered
statue beside the water. It watches intently for movement, for fins
to break the surface.
It darts forward, spear like beak
lancing the water. The fish, small and silvery wriggles and gleams.
One swallow and it is gone. Did it know
that this was it's last day of life? The heron resumes it's vigil.
A bark! I look across the water and my
eyes meet with the cool gaze of a magnificent fox. Her coat glows
like fire in the early morning sunshine.
She sits and watches proudly as her
four cubs gambol and roll on the grass. Barks and squeals break the
silence.
I stand and watch, entranced by their
antics as the mother watches me regally.
I walk on, the sound of birds begins to fill the
air. They call and swoop, taunting each other in a tumult of sound.
A movement! I look. A roe deer and her
baby are grazing. They look up, nervous as I stop.
They feed for a few moments longer, and
with a backwards glance at me disappear into the trees like ghosts.
I turn towards home. I can hear traffic
now. The morning rush hour is starting. The metal beasts roar as
they take their inhabitants about their daily activities.
Early morning joggers, earphones in
place, run past me shattering my solitude.
I walk on, almost home now and hear a
patter of paws. A small brown bundle of fur launches itself at me.
I laugh and greet my friend. A pat and
stroke, a conversation with his master.
Home now. I kick off my shoes and make
a warming cup of tea.
I sit, cradling my cup. Yes, I enjoy my
morning walks, greeting the new day and seeing the wonder of nature.
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