It's Sunday evening the sun is starting to go down and the air is cooling off. Autumn is really beginning to make herself known. I can see trees, tall and majestic, tattered and torn from my window. I can see birds flying with and against the wind in the cloudy sky. I can even see a big brown nest made from sticks high in the branches of one particularly tall tree. I hear the birds talking and fighting and making it known this is my tree stay away.
The remnants of some babies who didn't make it I found on the ground.
And the plumage of some that grew to be beautiful.
I am reminded that in nature life is fragile the strongest win and the weak lose. The beauty and fragility remains though.