this morning #267.

this morning, the colorful photos in his thumbed-through copy of the reader’s digest book of north american birds transported him to a more peaceful setting, one where the songs of the chickadee & the house finch cut through the silence & soothed his mind. as a mild wind rustled the leaves around him, he peered up into the trees, trying to catch a glimpse of his communicating camouflaged companions. he kept silent, deeply breathing in the forest air but making sure to avoid startling the starlings. with the weather warming, soon he would be among them again, his fair-feathered friends. once spring had sufficiently sprung, he could feel the sunshine again.