It could not be what I had imagined. I hesitantly move closer to the flowing river in front of me. Carefully I slide my hands through the freezing water.
I pull the young white dove out of the dirt where it got stuck in.
Gently I clean it off of the beautiful feathers with the fabric of my skirt.
Searching for where I left my basket, I realise it started snowing. The mountain tops in the far started to fade between the clouds. The vibrant red leaves were calmed with a soft layer of white.
Neglecting the cold for myself, I focus on the one of the bird I'm holding closely to my chest.
I check the right wing carefully to figure out it was a little broken.
I try to find a place in the basket for the bird, making it comfortable and warm by adding my scarf in. "Soon you will heal, do not fear. I will put you back on your feet again before you can go. Free."
With a little smile I continue my path down the woods before it starts getting dark. I make sure the little dove is sound and safe all the way.
