He used to sit here every morning by the window watching the birds. This one bird would come and tap on the window with its beak. It would sing a song for him. The song was beautiful and filled him with great joy every morning.
He never missed a morning, pulling his chair close to the window and putting his fresh brewed coffee on the windowsill. He loved the birds especially in the winter when he couldn’t go outside.
In the darkest part of winter when the snow was deep, almost reaching the window the bird waited for him singing its most beautiful songs. The bird came every day waiting, singing yet he never came back to the window. The bird could always feel his essence and through the years it came every day to the window and shared its song.
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