BLUE HERON TWIRL
In the early morning light, we rowed beneath the bridge. The water was calm, but a gentle current pushed us in wide circles when we stopped paddling. "We're spinning!" she squealed, looking up at the bridge above. I let the boat drift for a while, enjoying her happiness and the nice coastal breeze. Suddenly, a huge blue heron swooped down and landed on one of the pylons. We both fell silent. It stood motionless and graceful on its spindly legs. We watched until it flew away, marveling at the beauty of the Carolina coast.