"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
Apart from the robinwhose song fills the airand the rooks who caw in the trees.
I don't understand.It At all
Maybe it fails. It's about concentrating on the task in hand. Even in spring when birds are singing there's work to be done and that work or our perception of it may make us oblivious to what is going on in the natural world outside..
I still don't Get itBut that'sJust meProbably
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