This morning a hummingbird awaked me. At first I didn’t believe that it was a hummingbird at all, I thought it was all a vastly elaborate scheme within a sleeping part of my wildest dreams, perhaps accessory related through certain exotic imagined renderings of South American odyssey festivities and swirling dresses in scarlet, canary, and indigo. Perhaps this hummingbird was simply an animated, beating, buzzing and breathing symbolic necklace. I never once believed it might be a potential reality. It was!

Hummingbird was tapping at my windowsills, in this gloomy cloudy winter. There are snowflakes on my window, made of brightly colored paper, compliments of many. Beauty!