Mourning Visit

“I imagine that birds often perch on the balcony outside my bedroom when I’m not home. On this day, as I milled around before getting down to work, I had the privilege of spotting this mourning dove. The brief moment I shared with it gave me a taste of the outdoors I’m no longer permitted to enjoy so freely; it was also a role reversal in which I, not the bird, was the one trapped inside a cage and on display.”