I came to a place where eagles thrive and all else dies.
I found sanctuary at a wildlife refuge.
Puget sound tide flats laying all flat for hectares, with no tide to speak of.
The suspended four mile boardwalk, carrying me to the zenith of my journey.
Yellow Rumped Warblers, mating in the tall marshed grasses on the sandy banks brought me peace.
Subconscious knowing of what was to come, sprung my step and swaggered my shoulder with each artful step.
As I started my path on the board walk, I stopped to behold the pulse of the sand spoken, living earth with my bare eyes, throbbing in all directions in pain as oil from...