Thursday, May 10
Mourning doves come back to nest year after year in this little nook next to an air-conditioning unit over the door to a neighborhood fire insurance company. I guess it makes them feel safe! But Momma dove (or maybe it is Poppa) looks pretty wedged in there.
I guess the sight resonates with me because I have been feeling a little wedged in by domestic constraints myself lately. Probably just a touch of sandwich-generation angst. But it is not vague mid-life crisis yearnings, it is very real crises, duties, chores all piling up thick and fast. Tiring and dispiriting. Don't mean to complain, everyone goes through it. Like Momma dove, I'll just have to hunker down and try not to fall off the ledge.