Some days I drive madly down the winding country road from my house to town. In the early morning there are sleepy birds who tend to fly low and when I am frantic, I almost hit a few, especially if I am driving fast. Lately I have been soaking in the spring and taking my time. Yesterday I was driving down a country road by the lake on my way to a painting job and I looked out my side window. There was a small bird gliding along side of my truck. We were going the same speed and then it flew gracefully across the front of my truck and crossed to the other side. I watched its journey from beginning to end and there was no near death experience, only graceful sychronicity with a fellow creature. I thought to myself, wow, what a different perspective. If I get in to much of a hurry, look at what I miss, the best part of the journey.