As I type this, I face a window, which looks out into my apartment complex’s garden, green but too manicured and orderly, and a tad too perfect. I know the roots are shallow, and it troubles me sometimes, even as I thank god for the welcoming green of it all. Just beyond the wall, are the lush, green trees of a public park, where birds call, squirrels scamper, and the breeze sings through the dense foliage. But today, we saw some rare visitors outside the window of one of the apartments – a flock of parrots! It was such an unusual sight that my friend whipped out her phone to capture the moment.
The pleasure this gave us was immense. Such a simple, but rare sight for a city so truly labeled the ‘Maximum City’ – it fills our senses in every way it can, and then some.
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I’m getting old, and I need something to rely on
So tell me when, you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
(Song by Keane, from the album ‘Hopes and Fears’)
We need hope more than anything else. A flock (did you know it’s also called a pandemonium) of parrots did that for me today.