At the bay this afternoon, enjoying the view from my favourite little dock. An unusual warm sea breeze from the west. The tide slowly rising, flowing into prints, smoothing, erasing traces of the day. A heron in the massive pine tree above me makes his presence known. I smile and look up, but couldn’t see him. Somehow just nice to know he’s there.
All at once the bay fills with the calls of terns, splashing as they dive. A group of pelicans joins them for dinner. And, wafting in and out, I hear a groove from a bass guitar and drum likely coming from a concert at the Harbor Festival across in Morro Bay. An 80s cover band?
About 100 yards from me, a lady stands ankle deep in the water, tossing a stick for her eager golden companion.
I’m having a hard time reconciling today’s view through the window. 80° yesterday, pouring rain in the middle of the night. Woke up to huge fluffy flakes falling. So, of course, we went out for a walk right away :o)
I’ve been finishing sorting through my mom’s things in her art/sewing room today and I came across this quote . . .
“A friend is one to
whom one may pour out
all the contents of one’s
heart, chaff and grain
together, knowing that
the gentlest of hands
will take and sift it,
keep what is worth keeping
with the breath of kindness,
blow the rest away.”