Hummingbird

When I was young, I was told that if hummingbirds stopped flapping their wings they would die, and for a long time I believed that. Thinking back I realize how ridiculous that would be if it were true, and what a tortured life it would be to be a hummingbird. Always needing to be on the go, literally because your life depends on it. Never being able to slow down. Never being able to stop, settle down, and rest.

I was sitting outside this morning and saw two hummingbirds chilling on the leaves of some giant birds-of-paradise, wings stowed at their sides. It made me happy.

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