Lake San Antonio, California, Saturday Evening, January 16th, 2010:
At the very instant that the wind cries "Uncle" and lays spent, surrendering its feeble efforts to keep sky and earth apart, an owl takes up the song of night, punctuated by the discordant cry of a woodpecker winging home moments before curfew. The hollow echo of a fish splashing one last time from the lake water below our cabin is a reminder to believe in things we cannot always perceive.
Deer graze on the fresh waterside shoots of grass, their graceful movements robbed of fine detail and reincarnated as living silhouettes.
Tonight we will sleep beneath the realm of eagles and dream of knowing golden eyes and the marvel of flight.
