I sit still, lightly breathing.
Long ago, I had no time to watch the birds. My life was busy with my work and personal life. I would sometimes smell the flowers, but I didn’t notice the little birds and animals right under my nose.
Now that I have to stop–now that I have to watch my health, I have learned one thing. Life is about eating, sleeping, families, and death. My immortality is not assured.
Today, I watch the birds. Tomorrow I write about them. And someday, someone may write about me.