Birds on a wire

NYC, somewhere between Broadway and the NJ tunnels
(sorry for the glare - I took it through the bus window)

On our way out of New York last Saturday, we were stuck at one particular intersection for a long, long, time. I was particularly intrigued at the pigeons who were settling in on the guy wires between the traffic lights. When we pulled up to the light there were five or six birds. But they kept coming. More and more flew in and joined the ones on the wires. There was no jostling for position or flapping others away - they just made room for more and more birds.

In a moment of music trivia, I started humming...

Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in an old midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight been down in some old fashioned book
It was the shape of our love that twisted me
If I have been unkind, if I have been unkind
Oh I hope you can find the way to let it all go right on by...

I say don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry anymore
It's over, it's finished, it's completed, it has..., it has been paid for.

And that is so true. See? A Lenten theme afterall!

OK, so Leonard Cohen isn't your style and you don't know the song... you can listen here...
(If you want a more growly version, I think Johnny Cash sang it, too.)




Sweet dreams...