the little things.

This week,
while getting stuck in my evening commute from work (as per usual), I noticed a flock of black birds flying wildly, left & right, up & down (the ones that you've probably seen on Instagram). It's not everyday I get to see them whoosh through the air like that, flying in unison to a tune only they could hear. Thanking traffic (for a change), I caught myself staring and smiling at the sight...right as traffic picked up and the hum and cough of engines woke me from my small reverie.

Today,
stopped on a light on the same ol' street jammed with cars, I saw the same (or different?) birds dance their wild flight to a song silent to human ears. It was at the same location and time-frame as before, as if the birds had decided to busk on this unclaimed (/unclaimable) territory on some unknown schedule. My gaze was interrupted by a pedestrian crossing the street. A beanie wrapped itself snugly around her head, her short curls peeking out; layers of (somewhat thin) clothes and a jacket protected her from the cold; and brown boots reached for her knees. Even as she walked, her attention was held by the curious, erratic birds, a small smile playing across her face. It was nice to see someone appreciate the sight...not caught up in life's routine. And not having to stop to take a picture. It was her moment. But then again, it was a shared moment. A shared wonder. The same wonder that we all have when we appreciate the small things in life, even when we are by ourselves.

I don't know you, I don't know your name...but thank you.