Wait. Watch. Listen. Whisper.
|Eastern Meadowlark, Lillian's|
Trust. Peace. Serenity. My world. Their world. Our existence.
This moment of perfection and balance lasts only for a moment. Then the wind, as it moves the grasses, forces into motion the flocks of birds. They quickly take flight and then vanish into the golden haze.
In the blink of an eye, everything disappears around us as if they had never been there. Ghosts.
It is here where I find peace and a spiritual connection to the universe.
The cool wind forces the stagnant heat off of my shoulders.
|The thrill of finding longspurs! In these photos, we discover the Chestnut-collared, McCown's and Lapland Longspurs|