Of swans and men - Words of Joy
A touching scene. Mother and babies swimming along serenely. A riverside walk with glories for eyes to see, though most were glued to a screen. Walking blind. Hand, mind and will absorbed by electronic communications. Totally oblivious to the wonders around them. Beauty all around in sight, sense and sound. One watched and wondered. He had eyes to notice that there were more cygnets born fluffy-soft, downy-brown and small in the nest than remained close to mother now as they floated along in their watery home. His sight undimmed to life around. His senses attuned. Yet his own appearance meant