Walking down the asphalt path, she felt a quickening.
A pull towards happiness.
A push from wonder.
An intake of breath.
Her eyes opened wider.
Feet moved faster.
So loud their music, all other noise evaporated—
the sound of her anticipation.
She looked to the trees, expecting to see them full of a thousand birds.
The chorus of joy came from just one tree.
From a few dozen birds—indistinguishable figures against a cottony blue sky.
Now she knows what bliss sounds like.