The mist in the valleys moves like the breath of a water dragon.
In the afternoon, I went wandering outside in the rain, to hear the sound and to feel the warmth and dampness.
I wonder what the sound of spike of grass seeds sounds like went shattering in the cold. I wonder what they sound like when they hit the ground. Perhaps I can ask a meadow vole one day.
Jared met a few birders along Oberly Road this morning. They gathered with binoculars at the Alpha Grasslands. Through one of birder's scope and through the mist, Jared got a glimpse of a Gyrfalcon, who is very rare visitor to New Jersey.
Later in the afternoon, we passed by again. The mist in the valleys was so pretty. I dropped Jared and Beren off on Oberly Road and went back home to get my camera. I thought I might make a good photo with my new camera.
By time I returned just 10 minutes later, the birders had moved to Winters Road. No Gyrfalcon. A report of a gyrfalcon had brought the birder there. The bird had been a Cooper's Hawk instead.
I made my way to Oberly Road and some of the birders followed. The valley was engulfed in mist. My photograph was gone. The Gyrfalcon, if present, was cloaked and invisible.
Mist. Rain. Shattering seeds. No Gyrfalcon.
This magic place.