When you wake up at 3:30 AM, and I mean WiDE awake, then you might find yourself bored before the sun comes up. Lots of times that’s how I wind up out for the sunrise. A different bridge on Sunday, and the only heron to be seen was the one in the tree in the distance. And as the sun came up the birds started flying over, and landing in unison on the wire. It’s a bit of a ritual it seems. That the natural world is proceeding as usual, following its rhythm, is comforting while we are adapting to this new normal.