It is Sunday morning and I look out my kitchen window, alarmed at the silence. There are no bird songs. No pigeons cooing, no seagulls screeching, crows cawing, sparrows singing…
I took a walk into the park on Friday. Looking out over the ocean into the haze, eyes, stinging, feeling heartbroken for Earth.
Meanwhile, nature enchants.
A beaver glided by peacefully at the lagoon.
Continuing on past the ducks and heron.
Sparrows always make me gasp with delight.
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Breathtaking. In very aspect of the word.