We just got back from a weekend from Vermont on Lake Dunmore. My mother-in-law always said that it was the most beautiful lake in the world. I believed her then, I believe her now.
On my early morning walk today a bluebird flew from her little house; I stopped and waited for her return.
“If you wait long enough, she’ll come back,” came a voice from one of the cottages that lined the road. “We have all kinds of wild life around here—bears and across the bay I saw a grey wolf.”
I shared that I had seen a pileated woodpecker and went on my way.
How mysterious, this solitude is. This mini conversation with the invisible man didn’t intrude on it a bit. In fact in enhanced it somehow.
On my early morning walk today a bluebird flew from her little house; I stopped and waited for her return.
“If you wait long enough, she’ll come back,” came a voice from one of the cottages that lined the road. “We have all kinds of wild life around here—bears and across the bay I saw a grey wolf.”
I shared that I had seen a pileated woodpecker and went on my way.
How mysterious, this solitude is. This mini conversation with the invisible man didn’t intrude on it a bit. In fact in enhanced it somehow.