Everywhere I looked, there was bleakness.
The skies were grey and overcast,
the air was heavy with moisture.
The people waiting at the bus stop
looked tired and worn out.
I looked around to see if
I could spot anything of beauty
but there wasn’t anything I could see.
Slowly, it became brighter. The sun
was fighting to break free of the clouds.
As the sun shone its rays
down upon us, everyone visibly brightened.
People smiled at each other, others
said hello. It struck me then
how much joy a bit of sunshine
brings to people, how beautiful
the light made everything.
I looked down at the puddles left by
the rain that had fallen
and saw something moving
within the surface of the water.
It moved away quickly but then,
as more people walked by,
it was back again.
I crouched down to see what it was.
I heard birdsong coming from the puddles
and, instinctively, cupped my hands and
let some water flow into them.
I watched the shape I had
seen flow across the surface of
water and blinked in surprise.
I blinked again when I saw
what I held in my palm.
A sparrow, tiny and slightly ruffled,
looked at me and I thought
I saw more of the water
inside of its eyes.
Seeing my curiosity,
it let out a gorgeous string of notes
and the birdsong seemed to echo
along the rays of sunshine.
It occurred to me then that
there is beauty all around us,
even on the most bleak of days,
if our eyes are open enough to see it.
The sparrow stopped singing momentarily,
as if it had been waiting for me
to come to that conclusion
and flew from my hand in a flurry
of birdsong and sunshine.
Lovely, puts a nice light on the current downpour. Thank you!