A warm November day, that used to be considerably more counter-intuitive, but less so lately. It was the quiet that caught my attention, that and the light. Late afternoon comes early at this time of year. The pond was still and small branches moved hardly at all.
We stood there on that slender bridge, watching the woods, the water, looking for frogs but not finding any. After a while, our eyes slowed down to the pace of the day and the light. No words came between us, they weren't required. What we shared was an experience that was unique to each of us - shared difference, somehow. It bred closeness.
Nothing so much as the quiet defined that moment. With waves relaxing onto the sand, still it was an exercise in silence, in watching, listening. And looking.