The bird may not even have noticed, as it cleansed lazily, that this feather has parted from it forever. As for the wind, it would have been oblivious to the burden as it flew in through my window.
As the feather lay there on my bed, lost in an unfamiliar terrain, it caught my eye. The very sight brought a smile upon my lips. A tiny glimpse of nature glowing bright from among the artificial and man-made..
It filled in me a hope – an optimism, a bit if faith. The very realisation that there still are things left, that are pure and untouched by human hands, made me smile.
My first thought was to treasure it.. to keep it as a reminder – a guiding light. And then I thought otherwise..
I took the feather gently, careful not to damage it, walked out and placed it on the earth, where it belong, for I feared that in my room, among my stuff it would eventually loose it’s purity.
As for me, the memory of those few moments would suffice. At least as long as I encounter a similar or hopefully a better glimpse.
Until then I shall move on, trying to keep the memory of the feather alive..
-joker-
