22/11/2021 0 Comments A Breath of Fresh Air
The walk was calm and quiet. I damaged the ligaments of my knee a while ago and it's taken a bit of time to heal. I missed nature as I missed my free movement: it was time to reclaim my relationship. Everything fell into place: the lightest of rain showers that felt more like a blessing than something to be avoided; the golden light that shone through: the rainbow that appeared, the heavy clouds that carried snow to the mountains. And culminating in the most magical observation of the natural habit of the great tit - it eventually flew, but not before I found my shoulders relaxing from the tension they'd been carrying. If I had declared to Mother Nature that I needed a break: I needed a perfect day out of doors, she couldn't have come up with something better if she'd tried.
It was almost possible to see it relax as it realised there was no threat. Sitting lower to the branch with a quick twist, it turned and caught one of the nearby rowan berries from a twig which it promptly swallowed whole. It happened in an instance: the glistening rosiness of the berry sat in its beak, perfectly spherical, almost transluscent with shininess, before with a flick of the head it was gone.
Two incidences of watching birds do their thing. Unhurried, unpanicked, totally disregarding our presence, but leaving us with memories that will last a long time. For me, I am calmer. I'm getting there. Time heals many wounds, and these will one day be memory.
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