Today was one of my days to head for St. Augustine High, my grandson stays late a couple of times a week, too late for the bus. I leave early and find a good spot to wait with a camera. In the afternoon I have to figure where the Sun will be right, today it was the county boat ramp.
Early in the morning, when the otters swim the creek. and the sun is in the cypress, There's no more a soul may seek. Climbing higher, ever higher, Til the forest seems to flame. For a single fleeting instant The world is not the same