Since moving to Pensacola in 2008 I have enjoyed morning walks on the beach at Santa Rosa Island. I walk a particular stretch of beach, rarely reaching to others. Reason: to watch the changes and the comings and goings of populations. There is always a story in the landscape and in the human beings who come to refresh, to fish, to play, to read (as one beachcomber read from a paperback as she walked along the shoreline).
The blue heron who had left his mark there was hanging out with a group of fishermen, perhaps interested in what THEY may find wiggling around the onshore chop. He took off into high billowing clouds, a rainy mist falling then.
Inclement days are my favorite. The play of light on raindrops, puddles, waves, and clouds make the best art in my book.
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