Ordinary Rocks

It was just an ordinary rock. Or rather they were three, sitting in the water near the river's edge in the shade thrown down by the cliffs soaring upwards a few feet from the shore. Sometime, a long time ago, those rocks must have fallen from somewhere up on those cliffs. What a noise they must have made.

And there were three Sycamore trees growing out of the cracks and seams between the rocks. And there were two turtles sitting on a log in the water just beyond those rocks, the light of the morning sun warming them. And hidden in the shadows under the trees, behind the rocks, close to where the water lapped against the narrow strand, there was a Great Blue Heron, standing as still as a statue, watching my boat float by.

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along Town Lake
Austin, Texas USA

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