When you're dressed to impress but nobody's watching.

The parrot seemed unaware of its own brilliance as it sat quietly among the branches. Its yellow feathers caught the light like a living beacon, yet it remained still, as if it had no need to announce itself. I found myself wondering how something so vivid could appear so unassuming. Around it, the trees whispered in the breeze, their leaves casting fragmented shadows over its perch. It felt like a moment suspended in time—just the bird and its world, utterly content with their shared silence.