Population explosion

Got up at 4.30, wanting to greet the dawn in quiet peace. Embraced the day and the elements. Really cool breeze was there, and dawn's pale light spread across the cloud-blanketed sky. Almost like pearly moonlight. Its a beautiful sight - the slow, real slow changing hues across the skies, and the bird sounds muted through the trees, getting slowly louder and louder as they spread their wings to streak across the sky playfully. You can even hear their wings flap at that hour. Eagles soaring real high regally. A few doves flying proudly. Crows impatiently calling everyone awake. A veritable population explosion of birds as they all stretch out their wings, soaring, diving gliding, circling, floating, even speeding. It was a beautiful array, rarely seen or noticed. Can still hear the birds. Almost makes me want to hear, understand and talk to them. Fly with them. Soar with them.  Feed them. Shelter and protect them, within their free environment. It had been pouring the whole day. Everything looks so clean freshly washed, purified almost - maybe due to a strange clarity in the evening sky. The breeze unimaginably cool and intoxicating. Compelling, beckoning to have a love affair with the elements.