Mourning doves perching on top of the roof, setting sun hitting on their wings as they flipped them open, not sure if to enjoy the sun or the breeze. I can see their soft feathers tickled by the gentle breeze. There are three of them, like a gathering before dark. A squirrel came from out of nowhere, saw me and shocked, ran away, then felt safe enough to sploot on the fence, facing me. For a moment, I feel the ease of their companionship, the soothing breeze and glowing light of the setting sun. Life is beautiful when you sit back, zoom in with your heart.
