I park almost a half a mile from the track where I run, and walk along a small river that is cut off behind a dike. Monday it had rained hard during the night and was very cloudy still in the morning. Walking back to my car about 6:45 am, a great blue heron landed on the edge of the driveway ahead of me. I crossed to the far side of the driveway and the heron stepped a few feet off the driveway into the edge of the flooded river. And then it stood and watched me walk by. Thinking about it later it seemed a symbol of brave but tentative trust.