In a wrinkle of time

As I walked out of the Nature Center to take a look at the river, I noticed something moving on my left. It was a Great Blue Heron. It was also going to the riverbank.

I followed quietly and took photos while it stood, scanning the river.

After a bit, it flew to an old tree that jutted from the bank.


Then, like a sailor on a gangplank, it walked to the end of the log...

…and flew away, following the course of the river.

This took place beside the greenbelt, which is usually filled with people on weekends -- but no one came by during this time. We were alone. As soon as it flew away, bicyclists appeared, as well as a few joggers with dogs.
It was like we had been inside a little wrinkle of time.