Blue

How can a heart be so heavy on a day so beautiful?
How can one doubt so surely everything that's good, and beautiful when it's so vividly real in front of their very face?
Why?
Why would one readily believe things that are negative, even detrimental when there is very little evidence they even exist?
How can one look at a smattered blue bird lying on the edge of the road and not believe there's somehow more to it than just that- a smattered blue bird?

Blue birds should never be smattered.

Bird Names

Have you ever seen a Rufus Sided Towhee? Isn't that a great name? Rufus Sided Towhee. I just like saying it! And it's a really cool looking bird- one of my favorites. There are other cool birds with names that describe them: Black Capped Chickadees, Ruby Crested Kinglets, Red Whiskered Bulbuls (I'm not joking!). But my favorite bird of all isn't named for what he looks like; he's named for where he lives: the Eastern Bluebird.

If I were a bird, they'd have to call me something horrible like the Brown Haired Forty Something. I think I'd rather be known by where I abide.