1 January 2013

The palms near the traffic lights broadcast a sweet Southern birdsong as I wait for the signal. In the deepening blue of early evening, I strain to see a place among those swaying arcs of leaves where any bird could perch, and am left wondering if the trees themselves have learned to sing.

One Response to 1 January 2013

  1. gnunn says:

    This is beautiful mr o… a scenario well worth wondering about!

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