Always thinking

Quiet bird

It is a sunny afternoon, blue sky, quiet little park by the roadside. A young father was showing how to play baseball to his little boy, while an aging grandpa playing with his granddaughter in the kids park, they must have been playing for hours. I picked a chair with shades and sat down for Jane Fonda's book "my life so far". It was a bit chilly and I started to feel it half an hour into the reading wearing only a t-shirt (my favorite "from dream to dot com" T). I couldn't help to tremble a bit to the cold and looked up to the sky, it's still very blue, a bird flew by and stopped at the top of the pine tree near me, without a sound. Getting used to baby birds' noisy appetite at this time of the year (I volunteer a few hours a week to feed baby birds), I find this little bird especially lovely, she is so quiet. Maybe she knows I am reading? I thought I would name her angel, or Jane. I am thinking to read one hour every early afternoon in this park.

posted by Road less travelled @ 7:11 PM