Blue sky. Blue water.
Cold, cold water. The children leap
into the water, then come up squealing.
Freezing! Freezing! they shout together,
then dive back in, giggling.
I listen to them the way I listen to the osprey, who call outs to the sky in loud, long chirps as they fly high above the water, scouting for fish. The large bird dives, then emerges, with …
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