Every
day, I drove by the
pond to and from
school, to and from
church, the
grocery store. It always sat there,
green, fermenting like an old
Irish drink, that will just keep getting older (I sure as heck ain't going to be the first to take a
sip!). It was built about three years ago, as an "improvement" by some
office building's
P.R. squad. The only thing it ever improved was the
mosquito population, which grew as fast as the local
suburbia.
And then one day I left early, to pick up some flowers. And there she was: slender, sleek, graceful as the devil. I stopped the car and got out. She was onto me though, and she spread her wings and flew away. Yes, I've seen the Blue Heron since, but that first time was magic. She had been there many times before, I've later discovered, but if you haven't seen it, it's new to you. Stop sometimes, there could be a Blue Heron out there for you.