the music of this mist is such
that what can’t be seen,
can be felt and most certainly
will not be forgotten.
the music of this mist is such
that what can’t be seen,
can be felt and most certainly
will not be forgotten.
Lake Padden, Washington, via iPhone 15
The blue heron makes a sound like the world is ending.
Ripping like doomsday through the air.
a regal beak, a torrential sound.
I thought life might be over, if you’d heard it too, you’d know.
Don’t be spending winters staring at ghosts.
Get out and talk to the living.
Softly, softly.
Webs on a trail in Washington State