The cardinal feather caught my eye immediately. The bright
red against the black of the road. The soft against the hard asphalt. The natural against the
manmade.
I never saw one on the ground before. I was relieved to find out that it’s
normal for cardinals to molt their feathers in late summer. Beautiful, almost
sacred.
Summer giving way to fall. A little sad, but a reassuring that everything has its
season.
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