Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wire.” Use “wire” as a noun or a verb or any way you’d like. Enjoy!
The wire had been empty throughout most of the bitter winter. It had held passersby, now and then, but the openness offered any loiterers the biting wind, or worse, an aerial ambush.
Still, I wandered to the front window daily, for months, missing them. A ritual of faith.
Finally, the long awaited moment arrived.
Three little black notes on a single musical line. Four, five, six… a roll call. Like a well choreographed routine, each bird fluffed its feathers in unison.
The sun shone directly on them as a spotlight. Enchanted iridescent performers had returned for another tour.
This wasn’t a moment… it was an opening act.
Holding my coffee with both hands, this groupie adoringly watched every move.
My heart quickened. My eyes brighten. My soul lifted.
SPRING had arrived.