Wednesday

Wednesday,

I awoke at 4:30 but did not get up till after 5:00 am. The sky not perfectly clear had cloud to the south and west.

The walk started with the chirping of the Robin, announcing the morning. The smell of wood smoke and quiet sounds of the morning.

It continued to the village this time, to see the water going down the damn. It was beautiful. The sound of the power of the water hit you as you entered the outskirts of the village. The large chunks of ice caught up in fallen trees and branches of the winter. The roaring water over the rocks slamming into the snow/ice covered side walls.

Yet, across the road, the calm flowing water slowing making its way down to the damn. It flowed so peacefully from under the railway bridge. Its like it transforms into this monster water ride, from under the road bridge. Was that a beaver I see pushing against the current.......no, just a stick caught up in the mud. Such peace.

On the return home, the eastern sky was on fire. The salmon pink colour entwined in the grey ashen clouds. The flaming colour of orange and yellow streaked across the sky along the long arms of low lying clouds. The large old elm tree standing dark against the flamming sky.

The creek by the end of the road, moved quickly, a small clone of the larger river only 1/100th the size but still the sound of the water was strong and quick flowing.

Yes, everything is good in the neighbourhood.

As I returned home, I had missed the brown bunny at the bird feeder, but the indoor cats got to see the bunny and they were all excited and came to meet me at the door to let me know of their adventure.