Words and images from my walks and interactions with nature and the environment.
Golden Hour
it is the Golden Hour
we are facing North
this time
waiting
watching
listening
sensing
equidistantly positioned
as if standing to attention
until lift off sweeps us upward
in a spontaneous chaotic flurry
of unsynchronized flapping
and within moments
soaring out and away into the yellow-amber expanse of glowing space
dispersing into scattered flocks
of tiny black wing shaped silhouettes
taken by the collective mind
that is our nature
navigating freedom
that is our nature
we fly into the light
swallowed up by the blinding glare
of a sun feasting on its last meal of the day
and there she stands
the witness
with no choice but to surrender
to her earthbound stillness
watching in awe
soaking in this ecstatic illusion
stealing moments to treasure