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?

"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?