anemotis

The way a bird's tail feathers fan out against the brick as it clings to a void in the wall

small things.

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Edited to add:
When the days start to seem all the same, a detail like that catches my attention and wakes me up to what's all about me. I could almost hate the big, glamourous things of the world, or myself for being ever in their thrall, but I see how easily the sparrows nest under the eaves of a house, unperturbed by the stark height of its walls, the sharp lines of its bricks or by what goes on inside.