Herons are never in a hurry.
When Old Boy took up his post on Saturday morning, it was my cue to watch and see how things are done around here.
The buzz of a boat motor diverted his gaze.
Nothing to get flapped about. Just a lone fisherman on a quest for a lunker.
Clouds passed and so did the time.
But, it wasn’t time wasted.
Somehow I think Old Boy knew that all along.
Enjoying life’s little rhapsodies,