Countryside; Blaugust

With the window open and the breeze flowing through, I hear the calls and songs of birds. A calling pigeon in particular stands out. I love the calls of pigeons in the evening. The sound reminds me of childhood, looking out the window, onto Nature. A flock of birds fly by as the occasional person strolls down the street. While the sun set a little while ago, day is still here.A gust of wind moves the leaves across a big tree, and then the breeze settles down, and picks up again. I think about the cycles of Nature: a breeze comes, and another. I watch the leaves that seem to dance with the wind; therein, a beautiful rhythm. The songs of other birds come to the fore, ones I don’t recognise but whose music is nevertheless soothing.My eyes are heavy. The day was busier than normal, occupied with studies and essay writing and time with friends and watching the joy of community pop up around the Blaugust challenge. It got me thinking again about what it means to write on the web. When we…