The Perfect Shell
Imagine looking at the night sky when there are city lights around, and the most brilliant of the stars punch through the glow anyway... That is how it is, but with birdsong, when the wind is blowing and rushing and moaning through trees and eaves and crevices. When the city lights go out, the stars, the little ones, the subtle ones leap out of obscurity, and suddenly the the sky is full of constellations and star fields. When the wind stops, that's how it is with birdsong. They are singing up... Sign in to see full entry.