A minute’s walk from my home sits the Zuivelbrug (“Dairy Bridge” in English).   The name comes from the nearby Botermarkt, where milk and cheese were sold for probably centuries.

The Leie River flows below.  And my friend the weeping willow says “Hi” every morning.

A few days ago it was windy and the light green branches waved in the breeze, their tips just above the surface of the water.  Ahh … but one touched the wetness.  I stood transfixed on the Zuivelbrug watching the dance, because that’s what it was.  Nature saying hello to the flow of human beings.

And another miracle.  Under the tree, on the tiniest island, sat a big black bird, preening him- or herself.  I came close for a picture.  No problem for the birdie.  There was still work to be done.

Ain’t life grand?