She rushes around,
Her feet dash across the floor,
Beauty in motion.
I don’t know that I ‘get’ poetry, but I learnt some appreciation of it when I did my teacher training and I might try out writing some on here.
As it’s the holidays I’ve slipped into my customary routine of waking up with the birds. Sometimes this annoys me as I know that later I’ll be tired just when the day is becoming more interesting, but today it’s ok.
The racket outside is quite incredible. The dawn chorus where I live is pretty impressive. I love the way you can focus in on a single voice or let your ears blur out of focus and just let the whole thing wash over you.
I also find it funny how they sound so pretty and tuneful (various ‘classical’ (a term I hate) composers have tried to emulate it) but from my understanding normally bird song is the territorial hollering telling someone to stop ‘getting up in my grill’.
Bird song reminds me of possibly my favourite moments as a student. My time was spent in a fairly large city and I sometimes missed walking through fields being a country bumpkin at heart. Many people love that feeling of anonymity you can find when a city swallows you up, but that makes me wonder if anyone would notice my absence. Anyways, I’m getting off topic.
I was walking from my first year halls to the campus in the summer term for opera rehearsals. Most students were safely tucked up in someone’s bed. There was always the choice to cut across campus (the faster route) or walk along the edge (a longer but more picturesque route). Playing a bird-catcher in the opera and being the aforementioned bumpkin, you can guess the route I normally took. It was one of the few opportunities for calm in that city. It wasn’t quiet, birds shouted at each other with their pretty version of territorial pissings, and I slowed my pace to try and spot them and understand who they were conversing with. Time slowed, I felt the sun on my face, the breeze in my hair and other clichés.
Life for those moments was simple and gave me time to breathe before I became another ant in the big city again.