through the looking glass

One Sunday I said to Sarah that as I was walking back from the Spruce Street suspension bridge a hummingbird was perched on the top power line wire, chittering away, and that I had the distinct feeling it was there for my benefit – to bring joy into my day. Sarah replied, asking, how do I know I had not arrrived there and then to be a delight for the hummingbird?

Another night, a Wednesday, I told Lora that when I walked out into the world I would often find myself bowing to the trees and flowers along my way, me honoring them, grateful. Lora replied, saying, most often when she was out for a walk she was clear it was the trees and the flowers bowing to her.