You know those Chinese cranes? The ones often gracing landscape paintings--beautiful, large birds that are black and white with red on their heads?
Last night I dreamt I was lying on a mountain in cool, comforting weather. At the break of day two of these Chinese cranes flew over head, light between their feathers. They sailed without moving. Not really going anywhere, but happy they were together.
Today I saw a pair of Great White Herons fly over the Harlem River, together, much in the same way. I've been in the area many times, and have never seen them there before.
I am comforted to my bones.
~ B
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