On Starlings

The Lifeboat №23: flaunery

Dear wanderer,

Have you ever seated on a bench in a park when the weather is good, not great yet not terrible, when green water in a pond and the sound around are being still and only birds dare to disturb them, when sunbeams are lukewarm if they peek from ajar clouds, and when nothing bothers you and you bother nothing, when no people are passing by and every thought is old yet new, when it's only sessile you and, suddenly, spry and shiny starlings troop around?

I have, once.

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