I wake just as the sky turns white before sunrise to the sound of sparrows and finches at the bird feeder. They fill the back yard with sound until the sun is high. Then come the starlings for awhile to see what is left. They are replaced on the feeder platform by the doves who think the bird feeder is their home. They supervise all the birds who come with patience and obvious superiority.
I watch the passage of the day, listening to the sound of doves. My times and days blur with the sound. I can't blame the blur on the hectic pace of life. It's permanent now. I keep thinking of the importance of slowing down but I haven't the time to try it.
I would like to take some time off to paint and to write. Perhaps next year there will be time.
