Calm Reflections from an Angry Floridian
Recently, I drove home from Tampa and took the old highway 60 over from 95 and took old 98 down around the lake. Sometimes you gotta do that. It reminds you there are still people living simple lives in Florida. There are still people growing food. There are still kids riding bicycles down dirt roads. There are still large forests even in Palm Beach County and Wetlands where just a turn on the road puts you in the middle of Corbett Wildlife management.
If you are quiet and walk down a swamp road alone. A family of deer will look at you startled and disapeer into a misty swamp. If you look across a swath of trees covered in Moss as the last sunlight ties to squeeze through the trees, a large Blue Heron will lift looking like some sort of prehistoric bird. Wings so big you can hear them move the air. The blue feathers glisten slightly from the light filtering through the moss and leaves and bouncing off the water. A gopher turtle lumbers patiently over a the sand as it moves toward some unseen destination. A turkey boots away as you come upon it and of course the flap of gators rolling into the safety of the swamp as their noses and eyes float looking at once like a log yet fully aware as it cuts through the water without making a ripple.
You go to Merritt wildlife preserve just outside of Cape Canaveral and the national seahore where bald eagles seem to inhabit every post and high point in the trees. Where manatees and dolpihins swim up the river. You might glimpse a Panther or even a bear. A Wildcat only seen by the most patient who sit quiet until the beautiful presence breezes by you like a whisp of wind through the bushes.
It is so easy living in South Florida to block out the fact that just 40 miles east are the Everglades the endless grasses where birds from almost everywhere stop to eat and rest. Where alligators are still king of the swamp. Where parrots land in trees and talk to each other
If you are quiet and walk down a swamp road alone. A family of deer will look at you startled and disapeer into a misty swamp. If you look across a swath of trees covered in Moss as the last sunlight ties to squeeze through the trees, a large Blue Heron will lift looking like some sort of prehistoric bird. Wings so big you can hear them move the air. The blue feathers glisten slightly from the light filtering through the moss and leaves and bouncing off the water. A gopher turtle lumbers patiently over a the sand as it moves toward some unseen destination. A turkey boots away as you come upon it and of course the flap of gators rolling into the safety of the swamp as their noses and eyes float looking at once like a log yet fully aware as it cuts through the water without making a ripple.
You go to Merritt wildlife preserve just outside of Cape Canaveral and the national seahore where bald eagles seem to inhabit every post and high point in the trees. Where manatees and dolpihins swim up the river. You might glimpse a Panther or even a bear. A Wildcat only seen by the most patient who sit quiet until the beautiful presence breezes by you like a whisp of wind through the bushes.
It is so easy living in South Florida to block out the fact that just 40 miles east are the Everglades the endless grasses where birds from almost everywhere stop to eat and rest. Where alligators are still king of the swamp. Where parrots land in trees and talk to each other
