Thursday, March 29, 2012
The sky was moody this morning; pearlized clouds veiled the rising sun as seabirds pirouetted on wing-tip to the chorus of song-bird trills. The air was cool and damp, with a hint of dew. The deep purple of wild spiderwort communed with the butter yellow of meadow beauties, attracting the attention of a fuzzy bumblebee. As I watched the world awaken, the satin waters of the Intracoastal were parted by the rolling rhythm of two sleek dolphin backs, and the sun suddenly shone forth, overlaying a path of gold on the silver sea. It was a gift from Mother Gaia, and a message that all is right with the world.