Today the river is still, shadows crossing it like hand puppets on a movie screen.An arrowhead on the river reveals an airplane above.
A helicopter casts a fast-moving dragon fly down on the water.
A honey-colored hawk with a white breast and stomach nips past my window and heads towards the bridge, disappearing until she shows up again in contract against the black stripe of shadow, a finish line stretched from east bank to west, just waiting for the rest of the pack to catch up.
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Seen something on the river lately? Have news from farther up or downstream? Just feel like posting? Let me know how you feel and what you're seeing out there.