Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Well, I guess patience is a vulture. Not even a vulture. I got fascinated with birds when I was waiting for something (I couldn’t really remember), then I saw two birds outside the window on our star apple tree. It was raining and saw this bird sharpening its beak and cleaning its feathers, drying it by shaking the droplets off, and the other one is just quietly perched on a branch very still, without movement as the wind blows wildly behind and leaves scattering by the violent weather. The bird looking puffed up by its feathers, like someone wearing a sweater, was looking against head-to-head with the terrible onslaught ahead. This bird has guts; has trust in someone or something without any fear of what lies in the future having tranquility and a gentle spirit.