Watching the birds.

This morning I went in to check on art around 7am. I peeked in the door and saw an empty bed. Then I spotted some little skinny legs poking out from behind the curtains. He was standing in front of his window watching and listening to birds on a bright pink tree outside his window. He was talking quietly to himself. I went to get dressed and came back in 10 minutes to find him back in bed, sleeping some more. It was wonderful to eavesdrop on his little life.