There is a house that enchants me. A mystery, and old, surrounded by trees and a fence that leans.
The road there is long and far from the maddening crowd.
The place is empty and awaits for someone to make it a home.
At first when I saw red birds in my peripheral vision while walking the trail at Boch Hollow State Nature Preserve I didn't pay them any attention. Red birds are common to us after all, there being two pairs of northern cardinals in our yard alone. But wait, this bird is a different tone of red, with black wings and tail feathers making it look as if it is wearing a handsome tuxedo. There is an imprint now on my brain of a flash of scarlet red amidst cherry blossoms that I don't think can ever fade.