The past few months I have tried to stay to myself.  Not much has gone right really just the fact I am able to design again. Most days I still wonder why I am even here and struggling my art is all I have and all I care for at this point to focus on. Today at work gave me a bit of perspective. I was already tired, hot and hurting from moving furniture and it was time to close down the Flea market I help run but I kept hearing this faint chirp. I looked about and saw a hummingbird trying its hardest to escape through our sunroof. The poor thing was so tired. I had to scare it down and net it in a small butterfly net and hold it. It felt like I held nothing in the palm of my hand. Yet I knew if I even closed my palm any tighter I would have killed it. I put it in a small box and took it outside, with a pencil cleared off all the cobwebs binding it. Only to get what sounded like hummingbird curse words and excitement as it burst from the box seeing the sky. Just thinking the little emerald green bird, a male I think was no bigger than my thumb.