He stood and looked out, taking in the sights and sounds as one about to leave a dream. The autumn morning air was crisp and light, enveloping him in the shroud of predawn dew. Lightly it faded over his shoulders as if for one last gentle cleansing. This spot he knew, this spot he would miss…gazing over the creek’s calm water from the edge of the clearing, the wet grass closed over black patent leather shoes. He smiled knowing that just beneath the still surface, life was teaming; minnows searching for the best place to await the suns rays that would be coming soon. He could imagine through the mist, oarsman beetles, skimming the waters surface, as a captain of some old ship looking for uncharted waters. The creek without him would survive but he will miss it. With a passive invitation it gazed back at him, gently promising him a reprieve when the world will at some uncertain time wear him down, and make the one image of home beat in his heart. Looking to the other side he was glad that, nobody ever saw this place the way he did. He was happy with the secrets they shared, with every blade of grass, with every cloud that graced the skies, and even with the old Blue Heron at the far end. Ha-ha where was he today, he so would have loved to see his majestic glide one more time, so silent and powerful. Slowly his smile faded, it was enough. Clenching his jaws he swore that if just only in his heart he would return to this place and not forget.
No footsteps were heard, the resilient blades of grass would quickly cover his trail as the first rays of sunlight arrived. He was gone.
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