Photo by FallisI felt funny at work today. Standing at the register as someone rummaged through their purse for change the sun reflected off the reflective beam of a window frame above me, blinding me briefly. When I opened my eyes to the shafts of sunlight I spotted a thin hair of a feather, a tiny downy voyager in the wind. It drifted past me, and rose slowly in the warm air of the light. I made change for the girl in front of me and wished her a good day. When I looked back the little thread had disappeared.
Then my legs felt heavy, and swayed, like tree trunks in a current.
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It's the small things, the things nobody else notices, that make our lives our own. I caught a nuthatch following me through my woods, watching me from only inches away. I let it go on thinking it was invisible, but it filled the whole world.
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