Nostalgia

Yesterday a flock of ducks flapped and slapped water, lifting aloft, circling back, skiing across water before lifting again, angling from dam toward beach. 

Today, an older Slaty Skimmer, wings chewed away like worried cuticles, sunned on sumac leaves, reddened with coming fall.

Such beauty, arriving and leaving, fills me with longing, like leave-taking of loved ones: joy and sorrow, sorrow and joy.