The Most Beautiful Creatures
Used to ride the highway, I used to know where I was going. Now this shady dirt road is feeling cool beneath my feet. Used to ride on to get to where I was going in a daze, but now I stop and go, and stop and go along the way. - Widespread Panic (Space Wrangler, Stop-Go)
I made a pit stop yesterday by the Kamo river on my daily bicycle ride to the Center. As I sat on a series of moss-covered stone steps ’neath the falling autumn foilage of a large maple, I took notice of a group of pigeons who were pecking their way through the decaying leaves scattered around on the ground. It was the first time I realized how beautiful they were, trotting around with their red scaly bird-legs, burnt orange irises, intertwining shades of purple and turquoise feathers around the nape, and so many patterns and shades of gray plumage amongst them - so peaceful. I suppose because of their ubiquitous presence in so many cities of temperate climates where I’ve lived, I failed to recognize this before. I move too fast sometimes, going from home to work and back again, so I’ve been making a point to stop along the way and sit somewhere wonderful, even if for a few moments. I guess that road IS starting to feel cool beneath my feet.
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