I could have remained there for hours, studying the fragile curve of egg-shell and the intricate weave of thistle down and spider silk. But I heard a muffled groan, and I knew my weight and the hard heels of my boots were taking their toll after all. “No, no,” you insisted. “I’m perfectly fine. Look as long as you want.” I stepped to the forest floor and looked down into your kind eyes. Never before had I felt such wonder and magnitude—I told you I wanted to see a humming bird nest, and you heard me, not just my words, but my longing.
