Sunday, June 19, 2011

small potatoes ... bigtime!

Out the front porch door and across the street, a cardinal, bold as a drop of blood, perched upright on a black telephone wire and sang this morning.

Sang? Say rather, S-A-N-G!

How in heaven's name anything so small could emit something so big is something I will never understand. And if someone explained it to me, I still wouldn't understand.

So small and yet so goddamned big.

How does that work?

I guess it's a good idea to get used to not knowing things. Isn't enjoyment enough?

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