Yesterday I was hiking in a riverbed, my dog and I when suddenly a little red bird flew from the skeleton of a burned tree. It landed not far from us and watched us watch it. It was an incredible little bird, completely red except for its brown wings, the size of a sparrow and so beautiful. And I wanted so much to know what this little bird was. I've always been on the cusp of knowledge. I've always almost known things.
It's a quandrous place to be, a brittle branch, a place just out of the reach of personal comfort.