Today I am a Great Blue Heron. I think of the Heron as an old man with his comb-over hair all askew and poking out the back of his head. There he is all hunkered down wanting for a nice hot cup of chocolate and a soft chair. putting a blanket around his legs and just waiting for the weather to change.
Even though it is beastly hot, I feel like the Great Blue Heron, I just want to curl up and wait for the weather to change. I don't want to lift a finger until the soft breeze of autumn comes calling.
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