In the middle of a post on Borges I watch TV fascinated, completely enthralled by two dancers, hopefuls on So You Think You Can Dance. Hok is a hummingbird, Jaimie a flower, in a routine of such beauty I look back at its end at the laptop, unable to see the blurred monitor screen.
Human nature or perhaps a manner of controlling it, this taking advantage of an opportunity to release emotion repressed by resolve, unable to stand up to surprise attack.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I had a hummingbird sit on my finger once. Way cool.