wind & bird song, day 2 {100 days outside}
I opened the door and the dog and I stood with our faces to the wind. A rush of snow dust rose up from the porch and met us with a glorious sting. The sound of rushing wind was engrossing and riding on it the voices of the small birds indulging in our backyard feeders. I have been watching them from behind glass, protected and warm. Now I taste their world, the world I too belong to.
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