Context Free Words: Tuesday, September 30, 2025

It wasn’t until I saw the hummingbird that I felt I could be home. A place without could be no home at all, and here, in my moment of despair, one paused to take a look. The shadows around me faded away. Please alight, my friend. Stay awhile, and chitter away at me. I’ll stay still. I’ll stay silent and appreciate, if only for a wingbeat, at the glory of this fucked up place.