A cold winter evening I was strolling around.
when suddenly I saw a bird lying peacefully on the edge of the sidewalk.
the dove had died, probably from the cold.
The next morning I saw a bird alive at the same place on the same edge of the same sidewalk. Was it the same bird as yesterday or was it her soulmate? Because pigeons do mate for live, no?
How hard and peacfull a cold winter can be.