Took a walk down the street to the marsh and White Bridges. It was a cold day but, instead of snow, it was raining cold water on me. Good day to walk. Quiet. Only brave people out walking. Very quiet, few birds, did smell deer in the far woods. The different trees are all my friends. I have been walking this route for over 30 years now. The walk has a few good hills, and curves to keep my mind free of life.
After the last hill, the view opens to the Great Marsh. We have a nice portion of the marsh right down the street. It is my marsh. I mediate on the bridge, screech my back her, and sit on the bridge and become part of the marsh.
One never knows what one will see here. Today, I was lucky. I watched a great blue heron fly over the bridge. The bird should not be here now. It should have already migrated. But, I love watching these big birds fly gracefully with their long neck guiding their way.
My next visitor was stealth and quiet. A perigone falcon soared slowly by over the bridge. He slowly flapped his strong wings three times and picked up his speed across the marsh. His black helmeted head was beautiful. In a few seconds, he was gone. I was very grateful for him allowing me to see him in this slower form.
Newman Road runs through the marsh. Salt marsh haying has taken place here for hundreds of years.
The incoming tide is flooding parts of Newman Road today. It looks like it will be a super high tide. Fun loving people, trucks and other vehicles drive though the high waters. The Waves cover most of their vehicles. I watch their cars soak in the salt. Crazy people like these guys amuse me. It is a Newbury thing. Watching people destroy their vehicles. It is a long and slow process. But, I am a patient person on a rainy, cold day in December.
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