A Piece of Peace
Yesterday while sitting an intersection, with the weight of the world on my shoulders and traffic buzzing by in front of me, out of the corner of my eye I saw a tiny little bird flutter right by my window. The light I was sitting at tends to hold for a while so I had a moment to let my eyes follow her. She landed in a triangle shaped median right in the center of the intersection and it appeared that she could have had a lot on her mind as well. I was frozen in the moment and today I know why. She was hard at work picking up twig after twig in her little beak. She would pick one up and then put it back down, and repeat. She finally settled on one and held it in her beak while she tested out another one and another one. I watched her, in awe of how she wasn't focused on the traffic whirling by her. Cars were buzzing by with to do lists, agendas, appointments, full of life and their own personal gain, yet she never stopped what she was doing. She had