Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Bird Song

"I hear birds singing," exclaimed the caller on the other end of the phone. I squirmed in my seat. It is spring, my windows are open, though it felt unseemly that the bird chose the moment I had business to conduct to sing loudly. Yet, I sensed the bird's song thrilled my caller. Why did It feel strange? Why do I have the idea that everything is supposed to be separated when, really, we're only as strong as our connections?