I always thought the swan was a beautiful creature as it swam upon the waters of the ocean.
I remember when I worked at the relative of the actress Gwyneth Paltrow’s home some years ago in Massapequa, New York.
The relative’s wife was a retired judge who I attended three nights a week overnight when I worked for Bayada services.
The lady lived in a beautiful house.
From her kitchen to the dayroom to the upstairs patio-like hallway that all occupied sliding-glass doors and windows that one could delightfully view through.
I used to take turns relaxing upstairs with my feet propped up in a chair at night while downstairs on the sofa, admiring the gorgeous attraction of the outdoor night scene from the inside.
The reflections glistening over the waves of the sea, the lighting of other homes far across almost circling the outlines of the land.
Those nights were so quiet and serene.
I would watch boats go by. I would watch the breath-taking pinkish-orange, blue skies before night fall and the reddish-yellow skies before daybreak.
I also used to anticipate the beautiful white swans floating on by during the morning so I could get a good look at them compared to the view of them that I had at night.
I filmed them go by on my smartphone to bring back to share and show to my momma back then.
I have really been to, worked at, and have seen some beautiful places.
