It is sunny outside, and I am on my laptop. Was it ever meant to experience nature this way?
The birds, they chirp loud. A stark contrast to my “click click and scroll of the mouse.”
A feathered friend landed nearby, looked at me on the doorstep houseside.
“I want none of that technological bullcrap from the walls on which you are outside.”
“Come back when you’re done with that; whence you are ready to hear my songs and lullabies.”
He took off just as quickly as he had landed. A composer himself, no doubt, And I was left to wonder about the words I imagined he had said. I looked up to the Rose of Sharon in front of me diving in deep first, with their heads - bumblebees working hard without caution or worry, just as their Creator intended.
The bird came back, coming back for what he meant the first time. Looked at me as if I wasn’t off that “blasted contraption” like he had perhaps wished for... last time.
Maybe he is right. Oh screw it, I know that he is. What did we ever do before social media, laptops, and those infernal ipods. The simulation of the vinyls we could never get our hands on. Oh bird, were you here to remind me about how the earth was entrusted to us. Before it was some liberal’s agenda, and scientist’s research, it was the reformed Christian who had remembered to take care of this dirt.
Perhaps now I will go back inside the. If I were more accustom to my barefeet on doorsteps, I might not be so annoyed at the flies and ants and my skin on which they had crept. Anonymous bird, thank you for your annoyance bird. For every of the which we were made to believe we needed, let this be an encouragement to become a medium which offers your song no impedance.