“People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering.” Augustine
The tourists are gone, save the few romantics that enjoy solitude. The gift shops, restaurants, bars and assorted shops are desolate looking. The pace has slowed, the traffic is sparse. No fair weather visitors here. The clouds, the storm fronts close in. Relentless shades of grey will dominate for months to come. I like it! I bet many of you do also.
I was knocking around a small fish hatchery in Oregon. The temp was 34, it was raw, raining hard. No one was in sight. The colors were the usual late Fall colors of rain soaked, dirty yellows & tans, browns, dark greens and not much bright colors save two shrubs near the hatchery facility. A pleasant look compared to the typical drab, institutional colors & plantings of such facilities.
The heron stands still as the cold air blows in off the Pacific. Patience seems in abundance. Nothing but raindrops and the wind seems to disturb the surface, save for a sea lion in the distance. I watch, I wait, my patience doesn’t match the heron’s.
