My first glimpse of Eiffel tower was through the glass window. We were on the way to the Seine River Cruise. Dusk had set in; small clouds flitted through the sky. The evening shadows played with the glass to give a surreal look. This was how I saw the Eiffel tower the first time. Can you wonder that I was enthralled?
A little crow shattered the dusky silence. Perched on the edge of the roof, it tilted its beak towards the sky, and uttered a high-pitched caw. Its single silhouette against the sky resembled a weather vane.
Was it beckoning the other birds, or the sun, that was yet far below the horizon? Darkness still reigned, the twinkling stars providing a faint illumination. The biting cold of the night had calmed though it did give an occasional shiver.
The crow had company now. A lonely cuckoo started to sing. Its crow friends rattled, and grated. Sparrows cheeped from the nearby branches to join the conversation. A robin, and two pigeons cooed, not wanting to be left out. The crickets, that had taken a break, began chirping again.
The shrill twitters produced a symphonic tone with an incidental screeching tire adding to the din.
A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn’t see the clouds at all – he’s walking on them.
-Leonard Louis Levinson
I used to call myself an optimist. But then, I couldn’t have taken pictures of the clouds standing on them, could I? Blogging is turning me into a philosopher. *shrugs* (captures a picture before shrugging) 😉