Goodbye, birds ...

With a sense of delight and a calm tinge of sadness, I awoke this morning to the smell of the sweet air of autumn and to the void the birds are leaving behind. They are solemnly preparing to go south; and they are not singing. There is no reason for them to sing: They are not defending territory nor are they in the mood to mate; a long, torturous journey awaits them.

May your wings be strong and swift, in a journey long and misspent.

Goodbye, birds: I’ll see you next year, if I am so lucky to still be here.


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