When He Was Suddenly Love, a Story

In a wood, under the tall forests of incredible red cedars, in the shade of revered oaks and liberal hackberry trees, a little rock way twisted through the brushwood. At the foot of an enormous stone, a gathering of bird watchers, two men and five ladies equipped with optics and cameras, remained in consideration of a bird roosted on top of a tree. Caroline Meade, a youthful and blonde, pants, white sweater and softened cowhide coat, her brilliant hair pulled back in a long twist, had recently revealed a heavenly example of Hermit Thrush. She looked around, and saw one of her partners, Henry Twilling, point his zooming focal point toward the creature.