All day I hear the birds. In the morning, the streets are silent but I hear the birds. Jenna tells me which bird is which, points out the blue jay, clicks her tongue into a call trilling the same sound. We sit on the floor and lift the screen from our window and peer our heads into the open air. In the emptiness of the noon hour, the blue jays and the robins and the swallows tell us it is spring.
I enjoyed that very much. A great pace and profundity.
God this is beautiful. Thank you.