Cosmos

As I sit outside this morning, the Spring songs are in full voice. I hear Rain, Peepers, Gulls, Crows, and so many Birds I can't distinguish which is which. As I listen and watch, I wonder about my part in the scene. Then it occurs to me that the cool Air on my skin is the warmth of my skin to the Wind. When I see the Birds flying past, they also see me. In fact, to everyone other than me, I am obviously a part of the scene. From this point of view, I am integrated into it, not isolated from it. I will hold this perspective as a reminder of the roll I play in this great unfolding Cosmos.