A quiet sunrise moment by the beaver pond...In late July, the sun comes up like molten honey over the water. There is a gentle breeze in the surrounding trees and the ripples widen slowly in circles across the surface of the pond. I can hear the beaver tribe swimming languidly nearby. There is the contented "plop" of mud turtles jumping off their log into the water one after another, the quacking of wood ducks along the shoreline, the creaking voice of a heron as it moves majestically through the reeds.
It will be very hot later today, but nothing could be more perfect than this late summer stillness at sunrise. If this season was longer, would I love and appreciate such moments as much as I do, here in the north? A summer sunrise by the pond is wild and timeless, and it is priceless.
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