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Between the house and the beach there is an arroyo. It is mostly dry, but at it's very lowest point there is still some standing water, not much larger than a big puddle. There are two heron like birds there. One is snowy white, and the other is the typical dark blue gray. The white one rarely moves from a fixed spot, on the edge of the standing water. The darker one comes and goes, roaming the beach and the surf. Though they clearly have taken up residence, they too feel out of place in the landscape. We are kindred in this escape to the land of warmth and sunshine.