Bookmark #83

I looked at the sun, slowly turn from the morning pale to a bright yellow. I watched the sky, change colours about ten times in ten minutes. I watched a man, calling birds as he threw food in the river. I watched the birds, flocking and squeaking in unison. There was more to life, I thought, as I sat down to express it as best as could. There was more to life, learned, as failed to find words like usually would.