"Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing." ~Christopher Fry
It has been raining here for the last two days. It is always a sad event. Three large dogs caged for sleep wake with a giant mud pit for a backyard. Rain means wet walks. It means dirty carpets and bad hair days.
Yesterday driving to work I was grumpy and running late. Rain sprinkled all around while the traffic crawled. Parked at a particular light way too long my morning trance was broken. A big movement caught my attention. Turning I saw it. I dove attempting to fly past my truck stopped and took a bit of a break on the hood of my car next to the windshield. Worried it would get hurt I slowed down. It turned and faced the wind holding its head up enjoying the break. I enjoyed giving it a ride. She sat there and took the ride from Davis to Precinct Ln, four blocks. Stopped at another light she walked to my side then flew away. I drove on my grumpiness melted away. Smile returned. It was a good day.