He was hard to spot.
He was sitting on the dry grass this morning slowly opening and closing his wings.
Once I found him, I sat beside him for a moment and looked at the trees moving in the early morning breeze.
The gray clouds covering us like a down comforter.
Bella licked the air, happy to stop in the middle of our walk to sniff.
We were all the same tired beautiful creatures sitting on a hill.
Different shapes and ability and what struck me most was that I was the least evolved of them all.
A good thing to remember: though I am human, I know far less than a dog, a butterfly, a tree swaying as life moves on through the seasons.