Herons and Humpbacks

There is really no time for this dawn rice field ecstasy, but a gigantic ghost of last night’s full moon is still printed on the sky just above the western range. There’s a heron fishing in the impossibly green glowing paddy and an egret flapping slow and lazy and backlit against the sunrise. Up ahead a crop duster is breaching over an olive orchard like a biplane humpback and it’s somehow perfectly choreographed to Jose Gonzalez’s “Heartbeats”… and…

ricefield somewhere west of home

ricefield somewhere west of home

…focus, darling, focus. You have a flight to catch.



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