Excerpt from my new manuscript, Wakes &Trails into the WildernessIn the quiet, a hummingbird appeared, it hovered at my eye level and hung there, suspended, thrumming its tiny wings. The iridescent feathers on this creature were dazzling in the late afternoon sunshine. He was there so long; I started to think he was going to poke me in the eye. Then, the tiny bird buzzed down to my feet. It seemed captivated by my old purple socks. Spellbound, I stared at him. This wonderful little bird slowly inserted his tiny long beak into the weave of my sock and with his minuet tongue, licked my ankle.