Uncooperative Hummingbirds.

The clocks had seemed quite shy on that pleasant little weekday, it was as if someone had taken all their batteries out to cause me such malaise! I had missed my most important meeting with the hummingbirds! I had noticed that the wall watches had all been stuck at exactly the same edge, 7:15 AM, as if some invisible orator had commanded them to not move a mark.

I was unprepared to face the frame frozen of the very hummingbird I would always watch for. All the feathers seemed quite intact, and whoever created this little bamboozle had taken attention to fit every little detail of the birds’ motion into the heart of this curious sculpture. I looked into the eyes and I could swear for a moment I felt the beat of its lust for life flush through me- a true work of Art in that frame.

Yet it was at just this time that these birds flapped their heavy artillery, a rude gesture it would be had it not been so slow. The shallows of the dark country above me seemed to cloud the skin I wore, and I looked across my little plains to come upon the world in a frame. And I seemed to sink right into the corners of that frame, as if the parts of me were severed and rearranged against my own wills.

There has never been a moment where a sensation like this had ever come over me- to where it felt like I was struggling against my own skin. It truly felt as if I was making all these choices for myself.