It was the kind of cold and rain that happens only in December.
It was that kind that makes me wish for the warmth of winter white snow.

It was still.

It was quiet.

There remained only the slightest hint of ever-green.

I thought about the many many changes - in seasons...in colors...in my day-to-day.
I thought about the complexity of insignificance...and about the simplicity of life's heart-stopping magnificence.

I considered this one great blue bird - so small - in the context of the great vast universe.
So delicate and so strong.
So elegant and so filled with grace.

In that moment - I felt myself connected to it all.

And - as I stopped...as I listened - I heard myself breathe.