Older, but no wiser
Andy Borrows' musings on life and all its confusion, contradictions, richness and opportunities
Saturday, December 20, 2003
Heron
I just saw a beautiful sight.
A heron, master of slow flight, circled my neighbour’s garden pond, swung to face the wind, hung for a moment almost motionless, wings and body adjusting to balance against the little gusts of wind as he braked in the air above a tall hedge, checking out his landing spot, then dropped twenty feet in a slow-motion, precision-controlled, near-vertical descent, wings cupped for final braking to a perfect landing.
Complete mastery. Breathtaking.
A heron, master of slow flight, circled my neighbour’s garden pond, swung to face the wind, hung for a moment almost motionless, wings and body adjusting to balance against the little gusts of wind as he braked in the air above a tall hedge, checking out his landing spot, then dropped twenty feet in a slow-motion, precision-controlled, near-vertical descent, wings cupped for final braking to a perfect landing.
Complete mastery. Breathtaking.
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