Late yesterday, I rode the Bronx River Greenway. Cold dry wind rasped through bare branches. Birds tweeted—one, I noticed, louder and in a more plaintive way, as if pleading for something—to be rescued? Or simply to be noticed?
Of course I couldn’t rescue that darling little creature. But seeing it made my ride, and day. I hope he/she/it felt the same way.
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