The location of the nest has changed
Well all I can say is that it's been a long time and much has changed. Sparrow has flown with Golden Eagle across far distant oceans to establish a nest a long way from home, leaving family and fledglings behind.
Things are different here. It's cooler and wetter than what I'm used to and will take some getting used to. On days like this when the cloud lays like my thick winter blanket across the harbour I look at the picture of a sun-drenched seascape on my desktop and long for the familiar comforts of home. But there is a slender, fragile grace about this place. When the faint shards of clouds crisscross the sky or curtains of rain caress the tree-shrouded hills, I feel like I could maybe call this home.
What I truly long for is an ice-blue sea, stretching far off into the distance, hinting at fabuluous lands waiting to be discovered. For cooling summer storms that rant and rave with lightning fists and then retreat, glowering, to mountain tops where they can discuss the finer merits of their arguments in peace without worrying about a stray pall of rain obliterating an afternoon party. For two small white dogs who know when to come and curl up by my feet. But all these things will come with time.
Be patient. Be watchful. Be wary and wait.
Things are different here. It's cooler and wetter than what I'm used to and will take some getting used to. On days like this when the cloud lays like my thick winter blanket across the harbour I look at the picture of a sun-drenched seascape on my desktop and long for the familiar comforts of home. But there is a slender, fragile grace about this place. When the faint shards of clouds crisscross the sky or curtains of rain caress the tree-shrouded hills, I feel like I could maybe call this home.
What I truly long for is an ice-blue sea, stretching far off into the distance, hinting at fabuluous lands waiting to be discovered. For cooling summer storms that rant and rave with lightning fists and then retreat, glowering, to mountain tops where they can discuss the finer merits of their arguments in peace without worrying about a stray pall of rain obliterating an afternoon party. For two small white dogs who know when to come and curl up by my feet. But all these things will come with time.
Be patient. Be watchful. Be wary and wait.
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