a flock of birds landed on my roof and I could hear them chirping away but instead of stopping to appreciate them, I continued to stare at my phone, watching an Eastbound and Down blooper (funny) and a TikTok of the UHC murderer look-a-like getting yelled at by his mom (also funny). I only realized when the birds left that I had unwittingly denied myself natural wonder. Instead of having awareness and listening to the beautiful chorus of squawks and chirps brought to my front door, I sat mindless and slack jawed staring at jingling keys in the digital void. Don't be like me. I could cry.