What a wonderful world — oh yeah

HEAVENLY, is a word that springs to mind as I walk along the bay-side path on New Year’s morning.

The tide is out and birds are everywhere on the green weed, thousands of birds. If heaven is like this, it would be good enough for me, the huge expanse of the empty estuary on one side and, on the other, the fields and sky.

It seems to me that I remember a scene like this from somewhere but where it might have been and when I can’t recall. Perhaps, it was in childhood. If I believed in the cycle of death and rebirth, I might wonder if it happened in another life.