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Julie Kenward
Guest
I stand in stillness deep within the forest. I hear the chattering of jays high above my head and the shuffling of leaves as tiny feet run 'cross my path. The sun is barely up, still shaking back the blanket of nighttime’s recent slumber.
I turn my head to the cawing of the blue jay when I spot it – a single leaf set ablaze amidst a sea of darkened greens. That flirtatious ray of light illuminates both my heart and my imagination as I contemplate the reason for its presence.
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I let the blue jay go about his business and train my eye on that single ray of light. I marvel as I watch it pierce the epicenter of that one imperfect leaf, leaving everything around it washed in its afterglow. I raise my arms and gently press the shutter – my just reward for rising while those around me remain beneath the covers.
I turn my head to the cawing of the blue jay when I spot it – a single leaf set ablaze amidst a sea of darkened greens. That flirtatious ray of light illuminates both my heart and my imagination as I contemplate the reason for its presence.
<O
I let the blue jay go about his business and train my eye on that single ray of light. I marvel as I watch it pierce the epicenter of that one imperfect leaf, leaving everything around it washed in its afterglow. I raise my arms and gently press the shutter – my just reward for rising while those around me remain beneath the covers.