When you were a kid, didn't it seem as though something magical happened every single day? Watching a bright orange sun set over the fields on the longest day of the year ... having a butterfly land on your arm and rest awhile ... watching puppies roll each other around in those big ice cream containers: That's the way I remember my childhood.
Sometimes, as adults, we still get those moments. And I seem to have them more frequently here than I did when I lived in Toronto. It's part of life here in Annapolis Digby.
Last night, I saw a flock of hundreds of birds in a single tree, merrily chirping away to each other. Of course, it's impossible to know what they were discussing. But, coincidentally, a few minutes later, I heard an item on CBC Radio's 'As It Happens' -- about a gathering of birds on a series of telephone wires. A photographer captured the event, observing how the scene resembled sheet music. Then, a composer, upon seeing the photo, transcribed the melody that was depicted.