The every morning walk with my companion dog Rio. He fixed on squirrels me on interesting nature and weather.
I looked over the stone balustrade above the river as I have done for the last 100 mornings and there it was the kingfisher; after 99 when it wasn’t. It was strikingly beautiful – an iridescent glimpse of that shimmering blue. Just its top as it flew from under the bridge in search of its morning tasks – breakfast, escape, a new view, to find a branch to preen. Beyond my knowing.
But my truest thanks for that flash of joy you sent through my eyes as you lifted my morning – thank you.