Morning Walk

 Gratitude--for the moment I looked up at the sky this morning; at the deepest, clearest blueness, with a swathe of marshmallow cloudlets.

And for the utterly relaxed dove, looking around from the wire above me.

I stopped and gazed up at her tiny pink feet, surrounded by her fluffy feathers as she rested on them, her head cocking slightly as she looked back at me.

Her shining eyes took in the awestruck human below, looking up at Her Fluffiness.

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