Robin Friday

The day after Thanksgiving, we went for a walk...and everywhere we walked, there were robins EVERYWHERE. Robins in the sky, in the trees, on the lawns, more robins than I could ever count - all convening for some reason on that day to our little town...

...their songs and sounds echoing near and far...Even in the winter woods, that is right beside the town, you could hear their sounds deep into the woods, as if the forest was made of nothing but robins. Robin wings...hearts...robin songs. It felt like that as well on the streets - a world turned robins. Thousands came, and more were coming constantly...coming from near and from far. Looking up, I saw the sky speckled with robins, like a clear night sky with stars. It was all so magical and amazing...Truly so. And so very special to be a witness to...I knew it as I walked...That this was this: one of those moments you have never seen before and may never see again...There are moments such that in a lifetime come only once.

This felt like one.

So, while many livings Black-Friday-shopped, we walked and watched the robins...in wonder and in awe. It was, for we, Robin Friday. And it was just Friday...

For the next day they were all gone...

The world's heart many things, I think: but one for sure that constant beats: mystery...mystery...mystery...

What wonder to be alive.