Hummingbird

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Last night a hummingbird visited our garden.

It came twice.


Hovering improbably among our flowers. Effortlessly floating, unbothered by our attention.

It came back again, tucking itself into a hanging basket, listening to our conversation. 


This morning, just now, he came back.

Right into the gazebo. Right in front of me. Stopped.

I could hear the way the air moved around his wings. I could hear my own breathing.


𝄐


Spell broken, his quicksilver wings taking him toward the cool, blue sky.


Jonah.



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