She stood at the oak tree overlooking town. A storm was rolling in. Flashes of lighting could be seen in the distance. She watched the storm for a few minutes. Marveling at the sun hitting her back, and the slowly approaching storm. It always fascinated her when the weather was split so noticeably.
She knew, by how slow the storm was approaching, she had a few more minutes to watch before she headed into town for shelter. She had work in ten minutes, and would have to get moving regardless of the storm.
She was thankful she had a few more minutes to observe the split wonder of nature. The sun still lingered behind her. The storm slowly, but determinedly, moving toward her. She hoped it was the type of storm that moved out the same way because there was something metaphoric about a storm moving out slowly with the sun lighting the sky behind it. Slowly, burning the storm away.
Slightly smiling, she walked to work. Knowing it would be a slow day. Most people would stay in because of the storm.
Perched on the deck railing. Looking all around. He caws once. Enough to get my attention. My attention captured. He starts his dance. Bouncing up and down on the railing, head bobbing. I can almost hear the music he must be listening to. His feet catch the rhythm; send him jumping all around. Now his head is bobbing, feet are jumping, tail feathers are twitching, and he starts singing. Caws of music. Rhythm all his own. He is joy. He is light. He is music.
She sat under the spray of the sprinkler, water glittering through the air, catching the sunrays. She imagined she was being sprinkled in stardust, and everyone knows stardust is magical. She will become magical, too.
She lay back, letting the water droplets roll off her. Surprisingly, the stardust was cold. She thought it would have been warm or hot.
She squinted her eyes to prevent the water from going into them and watched the rainbow of colors appear under the spray of water. Like the night sky, only magical in a different way.
Is that not like life? Connecting one thing, but at the same time being absolutely different.