Three rosellas perched beside me today.
Close enough to hear the tiny crack of their seeds.
Leaves drifted down in slow spirals.
Kookaburras called across the river.
Currawongs and magpies answered like they were all in on something.
I always thought I paid attention to nature.
Turns out I was only skimming the surface.
Something in me softened.
The noise in my head backed off.
The world around me stepped forward.
Maybe presence isn’t about trying harder.
Maybe it’s about finally being still enough to notice.
