Blackbird
The trill of a singing blackbird makes me happy. The pitch is just right to lift your spirits and see that the world is right.
Not today.
Today, I should be happy, but for some reason I feel flat. There’s no energy, no motivation, just tired.
Walking back the clouds are so low I can feel the moist air forming droplets against my skin.
Maybe tomorrow I can look at the world anew. Maybe all I need is a good sleep.
But this evening, not even the song of the blackbird could raise a smile.