Today was one of those miserable, sucky days (with the exception of the three blissful hours I spent in a high school English class, details forthcoming).
One of those days where I woke up a heavy mass of dark, tangled human, trying to be remembered by my memory foam mattress that I was trying to sink back into. 
It was one of those days where my cramps literally pushed me up against a wall and pinned me, immobile, but mentally kicking and screaming. 
Today was one of those “parking permit gets revoked” sort of days. 
And just as I was beginning my solitary t r u d g e home from campus, feeling burdened by the impending cumulus-nimbus and the pervasive cold that was marching into my ears—a little one of these guys burrowed out from a bush beside my path.

A robin! A robin?! In Winter?!
I didn’t even know that there were robins in winter! I thought they were strictly spring creatures. And actually, as it were, there was a whole family of twenty beautiful robins puttering around the bushes and looking for frozen worms. And while I was scaring innocent passers-by, accosting them by enthusiastically yanking on their shirts and forcing them to notice our feathered friends, I realized something:

Sometimes, you gotta stop and look down. Especially when you’re already looking down to begin with.
Oh! And watch this: The Weepies

  1. Jan 12, 2011
    Kels H.

    This is lovely, dearest, though I'm sorry for your terrible, no good, very bad day.

  2. Jan 12, 2011

    I love the line about your memory foam bed trying to remember you – great stuff. The last line is so good as well. I'm glad those robins brightened your day. I just love birds. Did you know my nickname is Dee Dee Bird?