the blue muse

It’s another one of those weeks when I can’t see the forest for the trees.

Or something like that.

At least the trees are extra pretty just now.

On Monday two herons flew past my house, just at the moment
I looked out my window. They were quite low in the sky,
and one turned, just as I looked up, and flew straight over my house.

It was a gift, or a blessing, or at the very least,
enough to make me smile for a moment.

It makes me smile now just thinking about it.

A gift then.

A deep breath in a week when I can’t catch mine.

I am grateful.

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