Jennifer D. Morgan

Light as a Feather

It was a rainy day here in South Carolina. It actually is pretty much always raining. The rain was gentle. There was no wind. I was sitting on my balcony that overlooks the lake, sipping a cup of green tea. The lake has large homes with docks and boats. The trees are tall, leaves turning, and separate the houses from each other. The air was crisp, and it was just cool enough for me to only wear a thick sweater. I was contemplating my life choices. I recently quit my job and was trying to decide what to do next in life. Confused, I wondered about who I am and what my purpose is. Looking out at the lake, I saw an egret hunting. It stood as still as a rock, then struck its head into the water quickly and came up with a fish of some sort. After a tumultuous few months at my last job, it was nice to be able to sit and do nothing with nature surrounding me.