by Mark Weinrich
It is with sadness I drain the patio fountain and roll it into the garage lest it freeze. It flows with enough gusto to drown out traffic and dogs and gives a fair imitation of a mountain song. The patio emptiness is more than just a void to me for doves and blue jays love to sneak in when they think no one is looking. A male blue jay with his bold black necklace and white eye patch stares from his chair perch at the empty space and back to me. His quizzical look says, “Where’s the living water? It tastes even sweeter than it sounds.” When Jesus said, “Consider the birds…” I never thought one could speak so loudly.
Mark Weinrich lives a creative life as a writer, photographer, musician, and artist—all wrapped together in an outdoorsman. He is a retired pastor and nine-year cancer survivor. His writing and photography have appeared in over 130 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.