bird flew by.

What is it about birds that enthralls some of us so much? Is it their songs? Their color? Their flight? For me, it's the flight. Whenever I see birds flying, I think to myself, "Why not me? I want to fly, too... why can't I fly?" And then the birds defecate on me. At least figuratively. But sometimes literally.

Maybe they're trying to tell me to go sing my own song. (Figuratively, of course. No one wants to hear me sing.) And maybe they're right.

peace.
-lise.