An eggshell fell on me, and it was somehow the most genuine connection I’ve had in ages
This is a bit dumb but I'm very 🙂 about it
This morning I was outside doodling and something very light lands on my leg. It's half of this tiny little blue egg, so damn bright I thought it was some crappy piece of plastic left over from a neighbor's Easter. It's so freaking fragile and it's the right time of year, though, so quickly realized it was real. Was briefly terrified there was a baby robin along with it, but was empty. Must've gotten blown out of a nest after it hatched.
Just sat there holding it for a while, wondering where the nest was, thinking about how cool it was that this tiny little paper-thin shell made a life in only a couple weeks. Also, they're ridiculous. They're cute because they're babies, but they look like youtube homunculi experiments. In the same time it took to grow to just that state in that tiny egg, another two weeks, it'll be near full-grown. It spends all day breaking out of this tiny, weak little egg. It just happened to get dislodged by a breeze and floated right down directly onto me.
I'm not religious, but it was kind of spiritual and it'll probably be a precious moment to me for the rest of my life. 'Household' birds are very special to me so this just made me stupid happy. It's really nice to have some small, abstract connection with something
Submitted May 22, 2019 at 11:40AM by venuris
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