When you’re dressed for a gala but stuck on a rail.

The rail served as an unlikely pedestal for the Diamond Dove. Its petite frame seemed almost weightless against the sturdy metal beneath it. There was something amusing about its regal posture on such an industrial perch, as though it had claimed it as its own private stage. The unblemished blue sky framed the scene with an almost surreal clarity. I stood there longer than I intended, watching the bird shift slightly as if posing for an unseen painter. The quiet around me was punctuated only by the occasional chirp from nearby trees—a stark but welcome reminder of how life thrives in even the simplest of moments.