With my attention trained on the birds congregating around my backyard fountain I completely forgot about my hurry to get to wherever it was I was going. Instead, I sat transfixed, as the bird’s chirping intensified.
Though certainly not a tropical setting, the scene in my yard reminded me of the talking mynah birds in Aldous Huxley’s final novel, Island. The birds repeatedly screeched out a simple but profound proclamation that I’ll leave you with on this beautiful Friday:
Wishing you a wonderful weekend! Hope you find countless reasons to smile!