Those hopping in nearer places were leaping limbs and resting in a row along fence tops. At once, the litany of noise struck me.
I straightened and perceived something I never noticed before, its one voice made of hundreds, its slow crescendo and slow softening.
This bodily reality gets buried beneath anxiety. I lose sight of my worth. I feel fragmented. Fragmented. I feel deeply alone.
This day weakens all that. The litany of bird songs bringing me back to the refreshing day, reminding me that I’m just a part of it, belonging to the bigger biosphere. The birds, the trees, the people. Not alone.
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