In all honesty, being moved to tears is a privilege, and a solid way to start the day. Breaking up the monotony and routine of your everyday life and be present for the rich things you get to experience (the sun peaking out, the winter becoming spring in smells and colors, the one coworker that always greets you so kindly) on a Monday after a drinking holiday no less is poignant to me. Even thinking about the closeness (hopefully) to one’s parents, considering loss or potentially losing them, and cherishing a cornerstone moment with them before they pass is beautiful. Hell, even knowing that you, internet stranger, were moved after pressing the same play button that I did is a nice thought of sharing a human experience with total anonymity. Even as I write this the birds are chirping out here on the west coast and it makes me think about the recording of a bird I heard once where they were the last of their species and their mating call rang out for the last time, unknowingly unrequited. It’s haunting, but moving in its tragedy. I’m glad I saw this because it made those birds chirping remind me of something I found profound with my empathy higher than usual. Anyway, long winded way of saying life is beautiful, have a rich and significant day even if insignificant things happen.

Edit: it’s the ‘O’o bird