Common Birds XXVII - Great Blue Heron III
Wednesday, May 17
The morning is bright, yet cool. Wind just pours from the river. Trees creak with the red-winged blackbirds, and I am silent and still. Then, a heron wings high overhead. As a kid, I thought they were dragons: serpentine necks, broad wings, and stilt legs out like a tail. They still look like dragons to me: majestic, mysterious, and worthy of a quest.
If the world is disenchanted, it’s not because the world is disenchanted. A thousand angels could dance on the tip of a pin, on the tip of our noses, and we would likely never notice.