Taking What Finds Me

Although I have seen fabulous swoops of single sandhill cranes, their unmistakable majesty skimming the river’s surface or ahead of me on the road, I have not yet come upon the massive lift of a flock at dawn.  But the crows!  The crows continue to find me, and so I take the chances that present themselves.  Their steadfast song greets me every morning,and their cries soothe me at the end of each day.  In today’s morning fog, I stood outside and listened to the unending conversations across the meadow.  The sun shines now, and the crows have dispersed.  I know they will return as sunset approaches.  I will be here.

It’s the twenty-seventh day of the sixty-first month of My Year Without Complaining.  Life continues.

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