As I walked along the railroad tracks, I saw a tree whose branches were no longer in season.
Bare and colorless.
But I couldn’t help but notice the fully exposed nest among the branches.
Twigs and leaves and a collection of things. A patchwork fabric nestled within the center of the tree.
A safe haven. A comfort zone.
But like the bird who leaves an empty nest, so must we.
Dare to fly.
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