Up early for a run this week and because it was very cold, at least for this geographical location, there was very little activity on the trail that follows the lake. To my surprise I suddenly heard what sounded like a large group of mitten-wearing-people clapping enthusiastically. I looked around, most curious as to the source of this large outburst of applause, and instead found what had to be at least fifty ducks flapping their wings in preparation of a lake landing. Still smiling from this encounter, I came across one of my favorite lake characters, a most lovely blue heron. I did what I usually do, which is to continue running while looking at the creature over my shoulder for as long as possible. Not too far down the trail I saw a flutter as my heron landed on a rock just ahead. I never stop during my runs, but I simply could not help myself. We stared at one another for what seemed an eternity. I'm not sure how much time passed, but I finally pulled myself away, walking slowly so as not to disrupt this gorgeous bird. That night, falling asleep to Anne Carson's An Oresteia and references to Zeus, I had a fantastical dream about wild geese (or were they swans) with secrets to share, but I was shy and the creatures were shy. I am quite terrified of water but we were all in the water and one of the geese finally swam to me, whispered in my ear, and as I put my arms around its neck, took me on the most beautiful voyage above and below the water and I wasn't the slightest bit afraid. Enchanting. B
