New York Birds

I am at my parents' home in NY.

There is something comforting about having the chance to turn back the years of my life and for a morning at least be the kid.

I poured a cup of coffee and sat outside on my parents' deck. They live in the middle of suburbia. Even here the earth speaks loudly. This morning it was the birds. I grew up listening to these birds without even knowing it. I don't know their names, but I remember their songs.