Pollywogs scurry about as fish do what fish do. The pond is a universe unto itself. Pollywogs, frogs, newts and fish. I wait to be moved. In the early evening sky above ravens dance in the wind.
Hawks glide on unseen currants.
Clouds give chase. Other avian creatures rush about their final chores of the day. The essence of tranquillity permeates this place. Nothing much and yet everything. I am filled with contentment and peace.