REALITY: Moments

Life is made up of moments.  Today the punk hummingbird has turned into a little man; his feathers smoothed down, he has lost his angry look.  A necklace of coral beads catches the sun to shine with an intensity that will one day soon become the flaming ruby on this throat.  It is a treasured time measured in the moments a day or two apart that I can watch him grow into maturity because he lets me see by visiting the lilac tree to sit there watching me.