This pretty little guy was the first thing I saw – and heard – when I got to work this morning. Perched on a wire, he practically glowed against his bright blue sky backdrop. Like a tiny flame.

And he sang. Boy, did he sing. That little fuss budget carried on like nobody’s business. It was like pulling up to a traffic light and the driver in the car next to you is singing to the radio at the top of their lungs with the windows down.

It was a wonderful way to start a Monday. Or any day, for that matter.

I couldn’t help but think that I wish I could be more like that little fireball. I wish I could be brave or oblivious enough to be bright, be silly and happily do what I do best without a single care given to who might be watching or judging me. I’m infinitely better than I used to be, but not…quite…there yet.

I’ll get there, fearless, fiery happy-bird. One day.