The creek in the morning

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Every morning I visit a tiny creek near my house. I look for subtle details – just one single thing every morning.

Sometimes it is a few blades of swamp plants that were not there the day before. Sometimes it is a swift insect that blazes through and disappears in a second. Sometimes it is the mother turtle and her baby.

I’ve seen this creek raise and dry up. I’ve seen it polluted with trash.  I’ve seen it overgrown with plants. Covered with flowers for a day. Welcoming passing birds for a day. I’ve seen it come back in a new way many times.

Sometimes all that I see there is the sunlight.

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