Here I am, making breakfast, kitties around me, listening to the chirping of the birds and feeling content.
As I get the sliced bread out the bag to put it in the toaster, I think that I should put a slice on the balcony for the birds like I used to do in Colombia. I think of the last place I lived in my home town All the birds that came to feed and take a bath in the early morning and that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
I see the birds with the eyes of my mind, their beautiful colours, their lovely chirping and that makes me smile. Continue reading
A Canvas Of The Minds 