At sunset I was washing the dishes, daydreaming out the window, when I saw a hummingbird lilt above the Rose of Sharon.
I caught my breath.
He was tiny, only about the size of my index finger. I watched his spinning wings as he bounced to each pink blossom.
Then, he did something I had never seen before…he landed.
The light was dimming. His body was a soft brown silhouette. He didn’t rest for long, but he’s perched inside my brain now, and I will carry him through the winter.
