What a difference an hour makes.
At 8 am birds are singing and the hawks are busy with their nest construction. The sun is softer and the air a tad cooler.
At 9 am, the birds are mostly silent, the hawks have vanished, the sun is too warm.
It forces me to look, to really look for things. Back on the bridge I found this lizard. I'm still looking for that orange bird I saw more than a week ago. I'm beginning to think it's a myth. But my eyes are primed for orange back at the bridge. And that was how I found this lizard.
I never thought a lizard could be beautiful, but that spot of color is something amazing.
At 8 am birds are singing and the hawks are busy with their nest construction. The sun is softer and the air a tad cooler.
At 9 am, the birds are mostly silent, the hawks have vanished, the sun is too warm.
It forces me to look, to really look for things. Back on the bridge I found this lizard. I'm still looking for that orange bird I saw more than a week ago. I'm beginning to think it's a myth. But my eyes are primed for orange back at the bridge. And that was how I found this lizard.
I never thought a lizard could be beautiful, but that spot of color is something amazing.
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