The weather was perfect. I took a gravel trail of the main rode. I found myself in a small cluster of Aspen trees, which always remind me of the mountains of Utah. The sound their leaves make in the wind is unmistakable, like a hurried digital hushing that waxes and wanes with the breeze. There were goslings, and ducklings mentored by doting parents. The swallows darted and swayed at the surface of the lake. There were bald eagles circling in majesty. Blue herons stoicly stalking. I saw a pair of cedar wax wings frolicking in a windrow of lombardy poplars that stood tall and thin. I scouted a few beaver lodges hidden by brush. I watched amphibious rafts of lily pads, with their beautiful white lotus-like flowers emerging from the water like resurrection. The good earth is in full swing, living.
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