We went to Lourdes and had a picnic by the lake.
A kingfisher darted back and forth, nothing more than a flash of russet and bright blue skimming across the limpid waters.
But not everything in nature rushed around. A heron stood for over an hour, poised and concentrated, waiting patiently for the right moment.
Not everything in nature rushes around. Why should I?
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