a solitude of swan

swan on riverDuring my morning walk today, I was paying attention to my errant pooch who loves to splash in pools – vernal, spawning, mud and otherwise. As she darted past me full tilt, my eyes swept to the outlet below our modest crest of hill. When what to my wondering eyes should appear but one single swan slipping seamlessly on the silent stream. A meeting of solitudes – dog, woman, swan.