I was sitting on my couch the other day, looking out the window and thinking about this and that.

Along came a flock of tiny birds, into the frame from left to right. Fluttering so gently from branch to branch.

I watched them pass. Into the frame, out of the frame.

How fascinating they were! What would it be like to climb on their backs and fly with them, from left to right, out of the frame? To get carried away and lost at the neighbors or in Mexico?

Such a tempting adventure, so far from the here and now.

But I let them go.