religion

After a rough and busy week, I was happy to have a little time before sunset last night to dig at Birdland. I was chopping away at a jump, still pretty wound up from the week, maybe cursing the world a little bit, but truly exorcising demons with each shovelful. I heard some geese, comin' in hot, right overhead and paused to watch them. They were low and loud, honking and flying fast. They were so low I could hear each flap of their mighty wings as they passed over. I stood, leaning on my shovel, pondering their majestic flight as they faded into southern twilight. I then realized I was surrounded by birds. In the top of trees, blending into the pines and fluttering about all around me. The sounds and songs of Birdland. Dare I pronounce, on this holy day, it was a damn-near religious experience...