the songs that birds sing.
This morning, very early, I went out into a foggy day to see the sky and feel my feet on the ground. I heard a birdsong. It was a strong and familiar sound that I’ve not heard since who knows when. Immeidately, I was transported to days when I was a child and other ways of thinking.
That bird was doing what that bird does, and doing it well.
I’m glad I heard that particular bird today.
I’ll be thinking about that birdsong all day. What makes the birdsong of a business or a life?
