A Hope Chest of Light Keeping

A visitor, a sign.

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.

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