On a bight and sunny, warm spring day Rubin took a rest on park bench, smack dab in front of the most beautiful scene there could be.
A finely detailed, rather large stone bird bath was the centerpiece of his view which was surrounded by exquisite trees in full bloom. There were birds dancing and splashing in their bath filled by the recent spring rain, as they sang in perfect pitch
Unfortunately, Floyd awoke in a foul mood for no good reason at all…and took no time to change it…so Floyd saw neither felt the warmth nor saw the beauty in the scene directly in front of him…just some filthy birds getting wet.
Yours in “How are you seeing things?” – Coach