The angle was wrong (into the sun), and last year’s fragile blossoms were at the will of the wind. I stood still with my camera focused on the one that caught my eye, just in case.
They came together and at first, she let him eat ready to sound the alarm if danger approached. A few minutes later, they changed places and he watched over her while she ate.
I wandered out to where the birds gather. On the way, I prayed for a few tender moments. The ones that seem like they come straight from the heart of God the Creator and seep softly into mine.
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