January 11, 2021
Wrote well in the dark of the morning. Took my binocs to the Beaver Lake Reserve. Plenty of fat wrens kicking through the leaves. A man doing a prolonged session of Yoga on one of the platforms looking over the lake. The best thing was the belted kingfisher on a limb across the lake arm, under the houses. Another one called, but I couldn’t see that one. Walked along the French Broad for a long time, noting that I wasn’t really that cold, though the air was. Signed the new riverfront lease. Found music of unbelievable beauty: Morten Sennah.
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