June 28th, 2011

The Littlest Birds

For the past week or so, I've been leaving the window above my bed open when I sleep. I'm usually in bed before it is completely dark, so I hear the robins' night songs (which are completely different than the way they chirp in the daytime) and in the morning before it is light, there is a mixed-bird clamoring choir.

My dad fed the the birds out of homemade feeders and these creatures always remind me of the continuation of life beyond our own. Among all the suffering and bad things that can happen to people, life really is amazingly wonderful.