You know what I love? Little birds. The kind that have oval shaped bodies that could fit snugly in your hand like a tea cup. The way the peep and cheep. The rapid beat of little wings. Their tiny feet clutching tiny branches. There's something so delicate about them. Something overlooked, perhaps.
The remind me that there is abundant joy in this world available in every moment. Joy in the tiny songs among the branches. Joy in the little wings that flutter like my heart when it longs to be with you. There is abundant joy in every detail of being alive. And the more I remember to look for it, the more of it I find.