I’m a bird watcher.

Not the, “Oh look it’s a yellow-tailed thingermaroo” kind of watcher. More like the “I’d like to fly away from this mess I find myself in too” kind of watcher.

Tonight, tired and a little depressed, I sat at the light on an off-ramp in St. Paul absently watching the sky.

Flapping into my sight line came a chord or two of musical birds. Poetry in motion as they soared up peaks and cruised down valleys.

It took only a second to register that the birds’ graceful flight was intersecting with several power lines creating a perfectly symmetrical musical staff.

Up and down the scale they flew, creating soundless sonatas. Then, one lone note, flying high above the staff, the clear pure flute holding me in awe of its haunting melody…overcome at last by the next wave of orchestral delight.

Then the light turned green.

It was refreshing. A soul reboot.

Keep your eyes open, folks. Life is waiting to surprise and delight you, if you are willing.

 

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