Prospect Park

Two afternoons in Prospect Park this week.

There's a tree at the edge of the lake, with a root that is just about right for sitting. So, I sat there as the long rays of the end of the day made the reeds on the far shore golden. Movement of Branta canadensis. Fulica americana. The arrival of Ardea alba (the great egret) on a nearby trunk that jutted out over the water. Wind patterns of black and silver on the lake's surface. Vital to take time to take note. To dissolve into this. Sudden flight and feather cleansings, the end of a day in springtime.