Solitary. Strong. Still. Neither perturbed or disturbed by the blustery wind..the frigid bite of the morning air.
For such a large bird...she appeared so infinitesimally small. In relation to the universe. In comparison to the greater whole.
So brave - I thought. To have ventured out there all alone. To begin- her day in just the same way as she always does. No matter what. No matter where. To begin - with the hope of finding sustenance....but without expectation that she might be so lucky.
I admired her self-discipline...her stoicism...her patience and perseverance. Her confidence. Nothing moved her. In between wind gusts - I was sure - I could hear her breathe.
She and me. Me and she. We were - in fact - the only ones up and awake. The only ones there to witness see. Is it possible that just the same thoughts I was thinking of she...she was thinking of me?
Found...and not lost. Alone...but not lonely. Quietly listening to the sound of the morning silence.
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