As I lay myself down in bed tonight, a bird alighted in our courtyard and began singing. It was an elaborate and beautiful song, one I can't describe so I won't try. The song was so clear and beautiful that I decided to capture a recording of it to play back later.
Quietly I slipped out of bed and grabbed my laptop. Taking it to the desk by the window, I opened it up and accessed the audio recording program - all the while, the haunting song continued. I named the new project (bird song - nocturnal) and clicked the button to "Create" - still the bird sang. Just before I hit the record button, he stopped singing.
After recording a few minutes of quiet night air, I came to this conclusion: the song is not for me to capture. Truly the song isn't for me at all, but I'm privileged to be witness to it. Admitting this truth, I went back to the desk, stopped the recording and walked away with the computer. As I sat to write, you guessed it, the bird started singing again.
I just laughed.
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