Yesterday morning at a local park, I was enjoying sun and our midwestern profusion of blossoms and greens.
I found a quiet spot where I could sit quietly by some wetlands.
A large, light grey, very long-necked bird was on the far side of the water.
I was struck by its sheer size. After a while it took flight and seemed even larger, with that little crimp in its neck and broad wingspan.
After it left, the glassy, calm water remained, as if untouched.
But I was not.