When Robins Fly

I have always felt that nothing occurs by itself . It is for that reason that whenever anything happens to/around me , good or bad , I stand and take a careful look . It keeps my perspective balanced . If memories are being made , and they always are , I want them to be as full as full can be . And as real as real can be .

As always , in preparation for the sun , the birds gather on trees and wires to face east just as the first hint of light appears on the horizon. How can one describe that moment? Symphony warm up? Cacophony? Racket? You have heard it . The excitement . "Get up ! Get ready ! The sun is coming ! " And I did join the gathering this morning when the first crow called the birds to assemble .