Wordless Wednesday...

Above the creaking bridge a car rumbles and then stops.

The day is bright and full of wonder. The fading blue horizon tosses puffs of white to and fro.

The Heron waits. Today is a mystery only known by times told tale. The waters fill the bare pebbled beach. Birds fly and call out as if to catch the sun before she leaves.

The night sparkles awake as the moon hangs low to listen to the day as it shares the secrets of a world only known to those without words ... the fishing Heron .