Ideal and Real
A couple of days ago, I was going to work and a flock of birds came in for a landing in the trees next to the walk. They lit in the trees and then, startled, took flight again, settling in a clump of trees on the other side of the walk. Again, almost as soon she they landed, the entire flock rose up to land in another tree. They did this over and over. There were hundreds of them,flying directly over my head, low and beautiful.
It was mesmerizing. I just stood there with my little lunch bag and coffee cup and looked up. I wanted to see the moment, stand there in the beauty of it all, the morning, the cool wind in my skirt, the clouds and the sky and the birds. And I did, but the whole time I kept thinking, I hope they don't crap on me.
It was mesmerizing. I just stood there with my little lunch bag and coffee cup and looked up. I wanted to see the moment, stand there in the beauty of it all, the morning, the cool wind in my skirt, the clouds and the sky and the birds. And I did, but the whole time I kept thinking, I hope they don't crap on me.