Hello!
I was feeling rather low this morning, having kissed my husband and wished him well for his working day, the house was quiet and I was alone. I gazed out of the window, admired the tree opposite with its heavy branches now green with leaves and little pink blossom. Overhead I witnessed a magnificent sight of aerodyanmics - a bird in flight, its legs neatly tucked under its body, the beating and gliding technique of its large wingspan. It was majestic.
The real question, is where was the majestic Heron flying to?
Where had Heron come from?
What had Heron witnessed along the way?
In our busy lives, where are we all flying to?
