Bird no. 315. Let some light in..Wasn’t it just April? I remember it so vividly - the grass wa
Bird no. 315. Let some light in..Wasn’t it just April? I remember it so vividly - the grass was soggy and brown, there were icicles hanging from the power line outside the apartment window. A pigeon was making a new home by the air-conditioner on the balcony across from us. I was new here, and raw with hopeful, nervous excitement. It’s hard to believe that summer is already on its way out..Back then, I didn’t know I would make a birdstrips book. I didn’t know I would eat the best bagels of my life. I had no idea that by the end of the summer I would be able to walk without pain..I also didn’t know that I wouldnt go to a single festival of any kind. I didn’t know that I would choose to spend most of my time inside, and that I wouldn’t go on any picnics. I came here because I heard it was paradise… How did I mamage to miss out on so many things?.I wonder if that’s how I’ll feel at the end of my life, too? When the air starts to crisp up, I’ll wish I looked more closely at the green leaves as I rushed by them. I’ll wish I had noticed the warmth of the sun, and been grateful. I’ll wish I’d invited people more deeply into my life..This is a reminder that you’ve got time left to fit in some things you’ve been meaning to do. Take a deep breath. Feel the breeze on your skin. Look around, and notice that the universe has a lot more going on than just you..Take stock of what’s important..Just like the season, we’ll be gone too soon. (at Montreal, Quebec) -- source link