the sky was overcast. the pavement was wet.
on our walk we came upon a thick hedge.
one of my friends stopped and so then did we.
in the hedge there was a small nest. and in that nest lay an impossibly blue egg. a robin's egg!
i recall the feelings of surprise, mystery, and magic contained in that twig, twine and down bed.
a secret home.
we each held the egg and felt its smooth warmth.
it seemed improbable that something so small and fragile and very beautiful could house a bird.
but it did.
