January 31, 2021

The Heron


When I am old and if all that remains in my heart of us is a heron, stock-still and gazing intently over the water - the sight of which will warm me on a cold winters morning again and again as I know it would you - then all is well that once ended all those years before when we were young. And how, without measure, we hurt each other without resolution. And how, without foresight, come any lake in our lives ahead, the outline of a heron hunched on the horizon would become the enduring sum of all we had shared.
Photo: Zoltan Tasi

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