If we're already friends on Facebook or if you follow me on Instagram then you have probably already seen a few of these pictures, but I wanted to show them again for those who haven't seen them and because I think they're just stunning.
I went for a walk around the small lake (really a reservoir) by my home the other day at sunrise and was absolutely taken aback by the beauty and life that I usually miss at 5:30-6am. I watched the early fishermen and the multiple species of birds hunt for their breakfast in complete silence on one side of the lake and was then overwhelmed by the symphony of birdsong on the other. I was so moved that I even wrote a bit of prose to go with them later that day.
The melody of a family of robins wakes me
and for a moment I sit on the fence in my bed
deciding whether to be annoyed or joyful at the sound.
I was sleeping, after all.
I tell my brain to shut up and let joy win the battle...
it's really more pleasant that way.
The moment that happens I know...I can feel
that it is good...no, great to be alive
so I get up and head outside to enjoy the sunrise with the robins.
I walk toward the lake passing the Robinses along the way
as they continue their morning tralala...an ode to the sun.
As I reach the water I am greeted by fishermen and birds
hunting for their morning meal.
The egrets, pelicans, ducks and more eye me cautiously
as they patiently await the arrival of their prey.
Only the human fishermen greet me with a nod and a smile.
The cacophony of sound is overwhelming in its beauty
as I pass through the trees on the muddy path,
it matches the colors the sun bounces off the water as it sings
its own praises for the day.
It's wonderful to be alive and witness to this morning ritual
between the sun, the earth and the life in between.