The birds are singing just outside my window, some of them insistent, like they have something important to say, some of them relaxed in a way that speaks of family and maybe new chicks living in their nests among the rafters of my house. I watch how they dart about, a black blot in the morning sky. The chatter breaks the silence of sleep.

I am alone for now. It’s always good to be alone and yet know and understand that you are not alone, because something beautiful awaits just outside your window.

Here is the melody of their song:

  1. It is a beautiful day to be alive.
  2. I am here.
  3. Hear me sing.

They are singing a song I don’t understand, but it is a song I know.