I sat in The Cobbler this morning for breakfast … and also for looking around.

I had cool conversations with three staff members: Lie, Pascale and Yanisha.  It’s precious to be known.

Out the window, far away, sat three birds – one on a roofline, one atop a stepped gable, and one perched on a chimney.  I loved the winged ones.

There were lines of connection between my eyes and theirs.  I celebrated their different shapes, sizes and sitting spots.  The largest spread its wings at photo time.  Later he or she held that openness for at least a minute.  Such grace.

And you know about windows and birdies.  I’m looking out into the world and suddenly there are wings on the right edge, swooping across the panes and disappearing on the left.  So cool!  It’s a symbol for me … of people and experiences appearing, lingering and then passing past my sight.  A natural rhythm.

Another ecstasy for me is watching a bird swoop down and vanish beyond a roof.  Ohh …  I expect there are few people who share my passion here.  C’est la vie.  I will continue to wonder at the speed, the descent, the “goneness”.

I told my companions at The Cobbler that I would write about sitting in their midst this morning.  Fait accompli!

Fly on, dear friends