A cardinal landed on the hood of my pick-up today. It stood silently staring at me as the rain slid down the windshield.
It watched as I smoked my last cigarette and listened to Art Farmer puff away on the trumpet. The two of us shared each other’s company as the piano carried the tune.
Without warning my winged friend was gone with the wind. Flying off into the woods.
I was astounded that my companion had stayed for so long.
The small things in life are what make it wonderful.
As the feathered marvel flew away,
Without warning my life, like the world around me, became beautiful.
It’s very apparent that every person has had the realization that small things in life are beautiful. But today that bird sitting on my hood and staring at me reminded me that the tiniest thing can turn your day around.