Lost and Found
The owl likes to hibernate in summer. It tries bury itself in some dark corner to keep the heat at bay. More often than not dark corners are stuffed with dusty, half-forgotten memories. As one is trying to get comfortable, some of it will get kicked up, some it will make its way into one's nostril - causing one to launch in a train sneezes.
Recovering from the sneeze fest, one can rediscover some precious pearl that one had thought one had lost. The owl has the pleasure of presenting just such pearls:
Years ago the owl spent some seasons on the Lion's Isle in the east - except there weren't any lions there to begin with. The owl quite liked the isle which bustled with all sorts of birds from Corporate Crows to Fashionable Glossy Starlings, from Nerdy Egrets to Idealistic Spotted Doves, from the graceful Malay Maynas to the ever twittering Eurasian Tree Sparrows, from the Indian Bulbuls to Chinese Redshanks.
One day, on the way to nowhere in particular, the owl heard a chorus of bird songs. What he found was nothing short of a celebration. Folks - old and new - flocked together to renew memories and make new ones. The captured a few frames as they captured the owl's imagination.
The owl hopes you like the offering. Here's to the transformative powers of memories and wanderings.
In The Streets
Until next time,
The Observant Owl.
P.S. if you want to talk to this owl you can write and email to firstname.lastname@example.org
From An Owl's Eye View