Sunday, March 23, 2014
Bird Watching Along the River
Each of my footsteps sound out of place with nature, like an intrusion, as I walk along the well-packed, well worn dirt path. The binoculars feel heavy around my neck and I strain my ears to hear any of the birds or other animals that I'm in search of on this brisk, cool day.
There is nothing yet, but I have time.
As I walk, I notice that my mind does not over analyze or worry. Those things are pushed out as I'm concentrating on the details of nature, the gentle splash of the river and the sight of the path before me. The path narrows and weaves in front of me and I can't quite see around the corner. Knowing, yet not knowing what I'll find there.