Mood: Lucidly perplexed
I heard my first hummingbird before I saw him, when he hovered briefly at my sunburnt ear. I felt jokingly kissed by Nature, and hung feeders around the house for the next few years. But I work and think indoors, and didn’t keep them cleaned or filled. One might be left at the back of some closet, hosting a brown recluse, and I haven’t met a hummingbird all summer. We don’t frequent the same side of walls. But I have a secret crush on the outdoors. Even on a heavy, hot day like today, I imagine I would find a part of myself if I went to the right burr-bristling, bug-buzzing meadow, smelled the dirt and the crackling weeds, and let the sun finger me down to the bones.