I saw my first robin a few days ago. The symbol for spring was ruffled and dead on the side of the road dying for spring. This bird must of traveled over 1000 miles to make it back to the Great Lake State of Michigan. A symbol our frozen souls will thaw soon from a brisk harsh winter. Sometimes welcomes can be harsh, too harsh.
Ever feel ruffled? I'm sure we all do at times and it's time for us to deruffle the ruffles and not allow them to permanently crease our lives. Sometimes we need to be pressed like a fine suit, it simply makes us feel better to be pressed against things and or someone we love. Our robin friend was pressed with the force of a moving plastic and steel mode of transportation that robbed the robin of life.
Keep flying high as flying low could be a factor in ending your existence.
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