By The Waterfall

On my lunch break, I don't go for walks anymore because I can't get that far without breaking down into a huffing heap. I've been taking advantage of the waterfall behind my building instead and found a perfect little spot in which to sit and read. It's hard to read, however, when there is so much going on. Like the little honeybees coming to delicately find a safe spot at the edges to enjoy a cool sip of water. Or the huge spider blending into the rocks by my feet. Or the brassy catbird landing on a mossy stone in the midst of the pounding waterfall perkily posing in the glint of the sun. Or the cedar waxwings playing! There seemed to be a large group of them, which is very much like these gregarious birds, and they were, I think, playing: zipping from a leafy branch and skillfully turning on a dime and returning to another branch, while another immediately did the very same thing, albeit on different branches. They continued to do this, up and down the creek bed. It was a beautiful day to sit in the dappled shade by the cool running water, dipping my feet in--very hot, but clear and not at all humid. A truly perfect summer day.