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Restless run and resting swans

Restless within, I rise early. An icy morning dawns outside. Wrapped up well, I go for a run. The tide is ebbing, leaving behind a wake of seaweed. Oyster catchers are up early, searching for food. A gull wheels overhead, seeking the sun.  By the stream that flows to the sea, two swans are roosting. Heads tucked well down, protected against the cold. I saw them yesterday, making their way along the bay. Fighting against the waves, they came into the shore. Here they are welcome. Here, in this place, they have found rest from the winters storm. Rest for mind and soul. Restless no more, I head home, my place of rest reached.

Swans on the sea

‘Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds rest in thee.’ St Augustine

You can find a link to this quote here.