Humboldt Reflections
The pond is skimmed with ice in places and seems absolutely still. The whole world is hushed. A great Egret flies in and lands near shore. With the long fingers of her wings, she picks up an invisible skirt as she wades the short distance to land. A long bridal veil of ripples trails behind….
Morning in the Humboldt Hills means afternoons feeling grateful for where I live.
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