A warbling vireo. I love this bird’s soft gaze, and its tranquil, gray body. A sentient being cut from the cloth of a quiet mist drifting through the willows in the cool dawn air. Its song is a warbling stream gently smoothing the surfaces of stones. I reach down into the stream and pick one up. Its fluid rind is soothing and washes over me. It reminds me to take my time and slow down. As I look up, this little bird pops out onto the branch of an osoberry and tugs at my spirit. I follow it to the bank of the river. I sit down, take off my shoes, and put my feet in the water. I splash water on my face and arms. I dig my toes down into the silty shore and squeeze it between my toes.
Nature is an inexhaustible source of wonder. I look forward to seeing you out there.