Last night's patio respite was so refreshing as the cool breeze tickled me and the waning sun still warmed me. Hearing the loud thunder of distant planes approaching, I turned and admired my three pines, the holy trinity. Having labeled them Me, Myself and I Am, my awe erupts each time we meet.
The sound of the planes overtook the air as I watched the tips of the trees, with two F-something fighters emerging in the clear sky. Sitting, wondering why there were not three of them (to rival the numeric quality of my blessed trio aka my OCD patterning requisites) a bird suddenly took off from the tree on the left, frantically flapping its wings, seeming to be racing the planes, or become part of them- it flew in the same line as they did.
Oh how I laughed. The universe is very funny.
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