Halcyon Day

On another run but this one was a bit different. On my way out I saw a flash of blue across a fast running stream. Unmistakable. It was the first time I’d seen a Kingfisher in the wild, and a life’s ambition achieved. A bird that has eluded me for 39 years and 51 weeks. On my way home I saw it again, bobbing over the water. There was never any chance of catching it in a photograph but that brief glimpse and the sun on my face was all I needed today.