Bow through mist

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The bow cut the mist like water through fire as the rudder quietly clunked.

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Goodnight Henrietta

Goodnight Henrietta - heron on a rock

Goodnight Henrietta – heron on a rock

Every night I look out of my window. There she is, stood lonely atop the lichen-stippled rock, surrounded by the gentle swash of the Juan de Fuca waves.

‘Good night, Henrietta,’ I’ll bid on occasions, whilst on others I will merely nod.

It is, of course, likely that she Рwith her curved neck and fine bill Рknows little of my observing eyes, but it feels right to acknowledge others; heron or human, featherless or otherwise.