In the quiet half light of Winter’s departure, a lone Osprey has swept across the sea, returning from his distant hunting grounds, far to the South.
Rhythmically he moves through dawn’s cool damp fog, his feathers long and dark, a solitary silhouette rising against the warmth of the Eastern light.
His flies with swift strength that resonates a purpose and his wings radiate as he dances upon the now awakened waves that seem to reach up and say:
‘welcome back my old friend’.
Nice work, maestro.
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Thanks Breck for sharing another excellent entry and for providing a fine example on how to spend this spare time in a constructive fashion!
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Very good, love it!
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Totally can picture this. Loved it.
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