As sunrise creeps over the lake, the water is liquid glass, purple and still without boaters or jet skis to interrupt. Trees are filled with chirping and chittering and cooing. Sounds are lavish and layered from the grasshopper scratching at my porch screen to the caw-caw-cawing on the far side of the cove.
A family of cardinals lands on the picnic table. One pecks at the pebbles before they all fly away.
If I sat here all day, what would I see?
If I sat here all day, what would I miss?
― Todd Stocker