There was a bird singing in the garden this morning. I could hear It from my desk and was a welcome distraction. It helped me remember that nature thrives beyond the double glazing. There is a world beyond the often sterile environment of the home office.
I can’t hear the bird now. It might have flown away, or just become somnolent. What I can hear is the drill from the roadworks. It’s moved a little further down the road from yesterday, but it is still clear. It’s a reminder that we attempt to control the environment of the world beyond.
It’s a gesture toward our own importance.
The songs of nature will be sung long after the road, currently being churned and relaid, has disappeared. Fauna will sing long after I am not here to gaze out of the window and wonder from what tree the bird sings.
But, currently, the sounds are cars, the drilling, the odd rattle of branches and leaves as the wind rushes by and the tap tap of my fingers on the laptop keyboard. The staccato clicks are not punctuated with chirping from outside, but I type and wait and sit in hope. Sing again.