An Evening Miracle

A few evenings agp. while grumbling to myself about this summer’s heatwaves, I bent down to spread grass clippings around the tomato plants. A flock of birds flew over me. Because the air was so still, the unfamiliar sound of their beating wings startled me and sent a shiver up my spine. When I lifted my head, they were already landing, one-by-one on the tallest tree.

Oil pastel sketch. “Birds for Emmy.” ©Flora Doehler, 2009.

I watched them fly onwards from treetop to treetop until they were out of site. I will soon forget about the heat of this summer, but I will never forget the sound of their wings moving towards a common destination.

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