I didn't know he was there. A rather loud "Harumph" stopped me in my tracks, but a quick glance around didn't bring any results.
So, I turned my attention elsewhere, the water lillies and their reflections captivating me.
"Harumph!" he continued.
"Over here," Phil whispered. "Look, he's right here."
Sure enough, he was, sitting there, eyeing me dolefully, seemingly rather disgusted with my inability to immediately spot him. A few more disgusted "Harumphs" sounded.
By this time, on my hands and knees, crawling around, trying to get a good shot, it occured to me to just study him, watch him.
So, I did just that.
He continued to croak; I continued to watch, allowing my macro to act as a sort of telescope.
He just sat there, not doing much of anything, simply resting...just being. He had his own little corner of a rather large pond, leaves offering shade, and tourists walking by to harass.
In the grander scheme of things, he didn't have much, but he had enough. I imagine that by his point of view, he had plenty.
A tiny little Yoda in a rather large pond, he had lessons to teach me.
Stop and look. Really look.
Pay attention - don't be distracted by the first pretty thing you see.
Realize you, too, have enough. In fact, you have plenty.
Rest in the cool shade, but be close enough to the sun to get the light.
Watch the word go by, and just be.
And, then, he smiled...or was it a smirk? Kinda looks like a smirk to me.
Yeah, I got it. Thanks.