How is it possible to return and find all so much the same?
Four full moons and a lifetime. It seems.
Is it possible that she's been sitting here - all these months - waiting?
Is this patience? Is this perseverance? Or - is this just what they do?
These regal blue birds of silent prey.
I've grown. I've changed.
I'm hearing with new eyes. I'm seeing with a gentler heart.
I'm feeling and experiencing - different.
And - here she sits with zen-like focus. Still. Solitary. Just - and exactly - as I left her.
Waiting. Watching. Seeking and searching. Looking for her next meal.
Hunting - always - at dawn...and at dusk. One foot on land...the other in water.
At perfect ease in the in-between.
There - she sits.
And - watches.
And - waits.