I was out early today. Oh, my. Such a totally different world than ours. It was so quiet and peaceful, I felt as if I was intruding. I couldn’t help but contrast the relaxed morning there with our typical manic morning, rushing around, getting dressed, gulping coffee, packing lunches, rushing out the door into the car and on to the freeway to deal with traffic, noise, and relentless insanity.
On the peninsular, there was such a sense of peace, and ease, and leisure. There was no frantic rush among the egrets to leave their roosts. The immature Cooper’s Hawk lingered in the morning sun, casually surveying the area. Even the lovely butterfly, a Variegated Fritillary, took its time flitting from flower to flower. And somehow, we think we are superior? The laugh is on us.
I had to smile, too, as I was reminded how little it takes to make me happy. A yellow crown heron flew passed. I tried to adjust my camera for a quick shot, but it was almost too late before I even began, except for some reason the heron made a U-turn (maybe it was curious as to what I was up to) , and landed on a small bush not 8 feet away from me. I felt as though I had won the lottery. Then there were the two delicate little hibiscus blossoms I came upon, and knew my day was complete.