The early sun had not been risen long, and the streets were light and hazy.
As i crossed the main road and walked down the tree lined path towards the river, a sudden chorus of bird song hit me like the most beautiful of symphonies. Above me the orchestra of birds were darting along the invisible staves; Robins, Starlings, Blue Tits, Sparrows, Black Birds, each one becoming the quavers and semi quavers of the notated score.
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