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The field is much like any other in the area, the winter landscape lies bleak upon its totality. The smattering of remaining snow sits softly in the coffee-brown furrows, filling in the spaces between the rows with the peaks rising, lines on a ruled tablet. A row of elms, cottonwoods and hedge runs along the far edge, testimony to the presence of the small rill flowing not quite parallel to the definition of the parcel. The ancient trees, of course, are presently barren; their skeletons exposed to the elements, daring nature to destroy them. The faint blue tint of sky exposed behind them offers a break in the ethereal void between the earth and the heavens-- a buffer zone of sorts, linking the two entities in timeless pronouncement.
I sit in the heated protection of my dining room, gazing upon the panorama before me, my eyes tending to stare at nothing in particular. I've seen this illustration many times, with much the same reaction I am now feeling. Since I am not a farmer, there has never been a compelling reason for me to be overly impressed with considerations of this sort. It is easy to simply accept without thought, the marvels within our reach.
Suddenly, with no fanfare, the sky is black with an onslaught of birds. One by one, they land on the field; a frenzy of motion, they compete for the seeds the plows have exposed. I am amazed that each bird lands in a space not much larger than itself, never touching the oblivious creatures contiguous. More and more arrive in waves, making me think of platoons of Marines attacking a beach, each position taken and defended, while the next group lands behind them.
Then, without notice, the entire squadron is airborne. I am not privy to the stimulus provoking their flight, given my insulation from the elements, yet I sit and watch as they become a mass of retreat and disappear from my window of vision.
I watch awhile longer… maybe they'll come back. Perhaps they know my eyes behold their actions and they choose to taunt me, forcing me to sit while they soar. They also know my envy.
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