Whispers in the Wind…

Sunday…lying in bed…cool off whites surround me in contrast to the blazing sun outside… feel like it can’t touch me… the bright green movement of the tree outside my window has me captivated… watch the leaves shimmer…watching the way they caught the sun and threw its light back…
My window looked like a carefully framed image… big windows with off white curtains hanging on the two ends… the branch of my guava tree extending right across… perfectly placed… a weird kinda balance in this image…
And then I saw them… two crows sitting on a branch together…not sure why I noticed them but there seemed to be something adorable there…the bigger blacker crow looked down at the slighter, lighter one kinda gently…and then he whispered in her ear and then she looked at him and whispered back and this conversation continued for a long time…
I was wondering what love somethings they maybe expressing to one another…they hopped from branch to branch together… they made silly head movements in the same direction… and I watched this with a sort of envy…
Why in the world was I envious of a pair of crows? Am I truly losing it… but there was something incredible that they seemed to be sharing…
Two of them together…on a pretty tree…all by themselves…on a Sunday afternoon…not a care in the world…just them… beaks touching gently…feathers ruffled by their closeness… but I felt them smile at each other… daring to reveal how they felt…daring to follow the other to the furtherest branch of the tree… seeing life the way the other was…losing themselves in each other without worrying about losing themselves…
Me…lying there…alone…lost in their love… wanted to swap places with one of them…wanted to dare to love like them…
What keeps some birds together for life? Do they fall in love…fall out of it…break up…make up…?
I imagined me on that branch and someone whispered…’we don’t know what will happen tomoro but what we have now is special…’ whispers it gently into my ear as a tear travels down unknown…I look at him and feel like I’ll follow him to another tree if I have to…

But a whisper remains a mere whisper…a little bit of breath…some words that fear to be spoken out loud…making their way to another ear…whisked away midway by the wind till its just an empty sound…lost in the wind…never heard…almost like they never existed…broken up and scattered…

But I heard them…