Grace

This morning I went out to move the car for street cleaning and it was misting, so that it felt like another place, not here. The world was quiet, muffled and wet.

I parked the car in the Hollywood Bowl Parking Lot and looked up.

There in the mist, flapping noiselessly by, was a gorgeous pair of herons, on their way to somewhere.

Just two slender silhouettes, shooting across the grey sky like stars, en route to a wild place, touching us with their airborne grace.