Several days ago, I was watching for hummingbirds at the feeder. My coffee was brewing, I was catching my morning breath before leaving for work. Before I could think about it again, two hummingbirds were hovering for a sip of nectar. They were beating their wings so fast, the leaves below them were whipping around like in a hurricane.
Who knew a little hummingbird could create such movement, both of the leaves and of my soul.
