I step out the door and quickly cross the patio to add bird seed to our feeder. Unhinging the top, I pause, acutely aware of the world around me.
The brisk air, gently tousling my hair and then battering my face. The fading light, slowly receding through the flat gray sky. The last patches of snow, desperately clinging on as if they know their time is nearly up. The chorus of birds, rising, swirling, and settling in rhythm. There’s an energy to their calls, as if the March snow is meaningless, as if spring beckons them through the lingering winter. I close my eyes and savor the world for this moment, for it speaks to my soul.
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Tim Wheeler
3/8/2022 04:11:56 pm
You brought me there with you. The descriptions were vivid and there was a rhythm that drew me in. A wonderful slice of spring! Let it be so!
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3/8/2022 06:12:16 pm
Oh my this was so lovely. I had a similar (very less lovely) thought this morning when I was loading bags into the car and could swear all of the bird sounds were from a spring morning. Thank you for sharing. These moments need to be savored!
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3/8/2022 07:40:02 pm
Fellow slicer, bird nurturer, and gardener here. Your imagery makes me feel like I am there in your yard, time stopped, with me peering into the bird feeder alongside you while also hovering outside of myself absorbing all that nature has to offer in that moment. I especially like this line: "The chorus of birds, rising, swirling, and settling in rhythm."
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