Today, May 5, walking through the Marsh, Melodus Marsh, amongst osprey, heron, egret, and cuckoo, in the tall grass, I heard an echo of my mind from yesterday. I met the lady of the Marsh– in the flesh.

Yesterday I had sat by the Sound. With the ebb and flow of spring, I reflected: How much time I have been wasting pursuing ladies! “Why pursue a lady? Instead I shall meet one on the border between Swamp and Lake. I shall meet a lady in the same way as I would a frog, and this is as nature intended.” And today, that’s exactly what happened. There she was in Melodus Marsh. In reality. And I cast my belly laugh away into the dusky sunset and full moon rising.