It was quiet this morning as I walked along the shore of the estuary. A great blue heron that was standing near the water’s edge took to flight, staying close enough to the surface to create a shadowy, dancing reflection. I heard the soft, mellow call of a mourning dove. And on the other side of the oyster farm’s mobile platform, a bright yellow kayak glided, transporting two adventurers, their paddles flashing white in time with different songs.
I walked slowly past a curlew, then stopped to listen to the muffled sploshings as it stepped in the mucky mixture of wet sand and mud, a sound that always makes me smile.
Farther along the shore, I came upon an egret, ever graceful as they stand, waiting patiently. Then it was splashing too, as it strode, following some unseen creature.
When I got to the hotel, I left the beach and meandered through the garden. It was cheered by the songs of sparrows and shimmering with dew. I love the way the flowers spill over into the pathway, blurring the edges. So beautiful.