Gray sky, false promises.
The world barely breathes.
I see colors fading, petals drying, feel my spirit sagging.
And then
there's a flash of blue.
A Mystery Bird, bringing excitement, color... and therefore, hope.
I know. A little melodramatic. But that morning I really did feel very blah. The air was still and oppressive. The sky was gray, but I knew those thin clouds held no rain.
And then there was a flash of blue - more blue than the Mexican Jay who like to hang around. It seemed to have a crest, but I knew it wasn't a regular BlueJay. I was even more intrigued when I saw the image on my computer - I've never seen one of these before.
"What is this?" I asked Mr. Google.
"A Blue Grosbeak!" he answered. The bird in the photo he showed me didn't have the little crest this one has, but maybe mine uses feather-gel to get that puffy look. Who knows. But I'm sure Mr. Google is right again. It's a Blue Grosbeak, right here in Long Hollow.
Made my day.
So thank you to all who are responsible for the beautiful blue of that creature, for the split-second synchronized timing of our paths crossing, for the way the breeze picked up and the sun broke through the clouds soon after...
...For the way the world seemed a little brighter after that flash of blue.
