The Birds Are Back

The birds are back. It’s not full force but there are enough of them to affect my early morning sleep. I wake up earlier than the average musician but it wasn’t early enough for the birds. I just wanted fifteen more minutes of peace and quiet. I almost got mad about the birds. But than I remembered that this is one of the horribly beautiful noises that reminds me that I am alive.  I don’t have to be perfect. It’s a joyous noise on a busted banjo.