One of the sparrow's tiny legs hung like a broken branch from halfway up its length, I found myself no longer comfortable taking pictures of the dear creature, albeit he seemed as undaunted..as single-mindedly focused on filling up his downy tummy as his comrades (if not more so)
The water was whatever color the sky was, but greener, and the trees were black.
Memories, like the shadows of trees, wash over me as we walk. She tells me about her dog, boyfriend and the house they're building. I tell her about my rabbit, books and more books, the ones im reading and want to read, as if they matter. We're so different and the same, when she talks it reminds me of the way I talk, & I can hardly talk about anything important without the cold wind laying its icy hands on my throat.