The morning of our house fire, we were awakened around 3:30 AM and evacuated the house. At one point I had to get back in my car to move further down the street, when the fire department arrived. I distinctly remember hearing the birds singing, as I walked back toward the house. Who knew that birds started singing well before 4 AM in the morning? I was never one to be outside that early. Something about hearing the birds comforted me. Remember . . . the world keeps spinning, the birds will sing. . . life will go on. . . .it will be alright.
That's so cool. The picture is amazing too!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and makes perfect sense. It kind of reminds me of hearing babies cry at funerals; it's distracting, but also reassuring.
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