I’m taking a moment to escape to my trip to Florida last month, sharing some stream of conscious thoughts from my journal…
Low profile birds skittering across the sands, running in and out with the waves. Their long legs carrying them across the morning sand – warmed by the rising sun. They travel in a pack, gathering food and snacking along the way.
How joyful I feel watching these birds. They too seem to embrace this delightful weather… this escape from the reality of the New England cold and snows. For I know I have seen them at local beaches in the summer sun. Are they the same birds that travel to those shores? Or distant relatives that have moved and decided to stay in the warm weather paradise? Who knows!
A flock risks moving closer to my feet – I grab my camera and capture their antics to study later. I smile as I watch and record their quick movements. They fly away – together – to find another feeding ground.
A single bird arrives. He pauses, alone, moving his head to and fro, feet still, staring at the sand, waiting… He shakes his head, feet planted in the sand, until the rest of the flock arrives. Was he the scout signaling all clear? I wonder… and wonder.
I am excited to be writing daily in the March Slice of Life Challenge as hosted by Two Writing Teachers. This marks the fifth year I have participated in the 31 day challenge, writing and sharing a blog post each day. I look forward to the growth in noticing the small moments in my life and capturing them on my blog. I know I will be a better teacher of writers because of this work.