I turned onto our street yesterday evening, just as the sun traded its midday glare for a rose-orange glow. A dozen or so pigeons had gathered at the corner house, some on the lawn, some milling about in the street. When I passed, they rose as one, falling in beside and above my car like a proud hometown crowd welcoming a hero home from war. Fluttering shadows fell all around me and danced across the pavement, confetti with wings. It was one of those perfect moments when all life’s hubbub fades to silence, awaking the place where beauty aches. To my increasing delight, they led me home and (I almost expected it) turned at our driveway, gliding low, then finally sweeping up into the sky to disappear over the carport as I pulled in.
It won’t change the world, but–at least for a magical moment–it changed the way I look at it.
nice words, from a beautiful soul.
gG
I love it when nature does something amazing like that. It seems to me, now that I’m experiencing seasons for the first time, that I run into these things more often. Or maybe it’s just all new to me. Either way, it brings beauty to my day and I’m grateful for it.
Jen T.
This brought to mind the day I was about to head out the front door for my morning classes. When I opened the door, I found a spider web strung across my intended exit. I must have surprised my tiny captor, because he immediately and almost apologetically began cutting and gathering his web to one side to unbar the way. Those courteous arachnids…