morning light

by underswansea


Light was breaking. Three elk crossed the river upstream from us. They crossed onto our side, and then were quickly up the bank. Willow smelled their hoof prints and the water splashed on the rocks. She was a wag with excitement. The rivers are low with little runoff yet from the high country. I stopped and watched a Bald Eagle on a snag. We couldn’t stay, the Eagle or Willow and I, we were all due somewhere. The Eagle set off south then turned north and followed the flow of the Columbia. We walked back along the banks, picking up the pace, ready to face the day.