Solitude over the water

I work alone from early spring to early winter each year over this river. Like the eagles, that I saw as the sun burst out of the eastern sky I have returned to this crisp and cold spot for another year.

I arrived on the final day of a blizzard to find my spot snowy, quiet, and dark. It was just past midnight. The moon peeked out from the clouds as I walked from my car. The snow crunched under my heavy boots.

I smiled as I stopped a moment to look up. It was the thought of all the gear that I was wearing now, literally layers upon layers. Where days before I had been wearing a t-shirt, shorts and sandals. I was marveling at just how beautiful and different these two worlds could be as I walked beside the river. I am home again, by the river that I love.