When you’re redecorating but forgot the measurements.

The twig in its beak was almost comically out of proportion to its delicate frame. It stood there as if weighing the pros and cons of this particular piece—perhaps considering whether it would fit into the grand scheme of its nest. The shimmer of green and blue on its wings caught the sunlight occasionally, as though nature itself had brushed it with metallic paint. Around me, the quiet hum of life persisted; leaves swayed gently above while unseen birds called out in the distance. For a moment, I envied this small creature’s clarity of purpose. It wasn’t burdened by indecision or second-guessing—just an instinctive drive to create something meaningful from what it had found.