No one is really sure why birds land where they do. They soar in the warm, sunlit sky, embracing their freedom to wonder, to explore. Though eventually, they decide to drift out of the blue skies to embrace the earth below them. Some birds become earthbound to build a home to wean their young and to teach them how to fly. Others glide over the green terrain, foraging for savory catch. Then there are those who rest upon towering telephone lines, tree branches, and street lamps. We ponder why  it is that they always sit upon the roofs of our houses, why that  particular spot. We are then left wondering what it is about the ground under our very feet that calls the birds out of the free, cerulean skies.

And then it hit us. We come to realize birds perched on our shingles come to enjoy the view below their wings. They become fixated on the sights before them - the ones that change slowly, the ones where they can enjoy every detail, the ones on play. For when they fly, everything is on fast forward, constantly moving and changing. Everything is simply a blur.  It is when they land that they are able to savor the moment, rear a family, and teach their little ones how to fly. It is when we’re resting that we are able to clearly see and cherish the things before us, the present, the now. It is then that the birds sing.

For Mere .