When I look at this pebbled beach the ocean has moved the larger pebbles higher. It reminds me there is a order where there seems like none. One march day I watched through my binos the surf scoters (a large black and white sea duck migrating north) I timed them on my wristwatch; forty second dive, followed by twenty seconds up. These seven ducks repeated this rhythm for at least the half an hour I watched them. As I contemplate the subtle patterns that have emerged from beach pebbles and feeding ducks a line from Christina Rossetti comes to mind, "Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: but when the leaves hang trembling, the wind is passing through."
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