I swear I left my lunch here somewhere.

I found myself drawn to a bird that was meticulously pecking at the ground as though it were solving a riddle only it could understand. Its feathers blended into the earthy tones of its surroundings, yet there was an elegance in its movements that made it stand out. It seemed unaware of the world beyond its immediate task, or perhaps it simply didn’t care. A child nearby pointed at it with wide eyes, asking their parent what kind of bird it was. The parent answered with a shrug, and I couldn’t help but smile at the simplicity of that exchange. The bird didn’t seem to mind being the subject of such casual curiosity—it had more pressing matters to attend to. As I watched, I felt a quiet respect for its single-minded focus; there was no hesitation or second-guessing in its actions, only a steady rhythm dictated by instinct.