Monday, April 7, 2008

#51

Birds are chirping wildly, but only a faint blush of sun in the sky. Apparently, city birds chirp at all hours, confused by electric lights.

Thought for the day: We all chirp wildly at the light.

1 comment:

Ralph said...

Messaien considered birdsong the voice of God. We are instruments, lifted by hope, longing-