Encounter White Crane

A quiet morning. The first light of the sun appears. Everything awakens. Mist hovers over the lake, water shimmering.
Walking by the lake, she glimpses a white crane standing across the water. Running closer, she crouches down, capturing the moment.
A white crane stretches its neck, standing in the shallows. Quietly, carefully. Its gaze fixed on the water. It dips its long beak—then a fish is swallowed. The crane flips its wings and flies away.
A ripple—
spreads and
then vanishes
She turns, smiles at the person waiting in the distance, “Who was it that said the early riser meets the white crane?”