Today I love the sounds of birds everywhere and the way they start before dawn and don’t quit until after sunset. I love all the different sounds they make, love the whistling and cooing and chirping, love how absolutely animated and energized and excited they all sound. Birds making bird sounds is music for one’s soul. I love that even in the burbs here in the city with the cars hissing and humming and rumbling along I can still hear the birds everywhere. I love how sometimes I think I can only hear one but when I listen more carefully I realize that the loudest one has my attention, but there are quieter ones, farther away sometimes, that are filling in the spaces in between.I love how last night when we were eating our late dinner a finch or wren of some kind dropped onto the fence top only six or so feet away and let forth with the loudest, boldest most alluring song I’ve heard in a while and then simply popped off again, leaving us to discuss his performance. I love that, like a true virtuoso, he didn’t bother with the reviews, he just went on to his next performance.
Today I love that all the lawns have been cut. I love that the cottage was a lovely place to go to on a weekday afternoon, and after the grass was taken care of I sat on the deck in the shade for a few moments and enjoyed a cold beer before driving myself home. I love that I drink non-alcoholic beer, and that recently I’ve been sort of binge drinking the stuff, one time having three in less than an hour, crazy, eh? I love that even though all kinds of things came up yesterday that I hadn’t planned on, I still got many things done. I love that there are some things left to do yet, but they are quick bits of choredom. I love making up words, and I think I’ll keep that one, “choredom.”
Today I love sleeping with the windows open and the beautiful night air drifting into my dreams. I love the sweet smells of this time of year, the lilacs this morning when we went for a walk were subtle and sublime and are promising to get richer and more glorious over the next week. I love this time of year, love going barefoot in the back yard, love wearing shirts with no sleeves.
Today I love sipping coffee and listening to the symphony of bird song that is the muzak playing over the easily forgotten hum of the elevator of urban life. Going up? I am.