Golden Bird

Yesterday, late afternoon, I glanced out the window and was transfixed by a golden bird sitting on a telephone wire.  The lowering sun shone on its feathers brilliantly – a wild canary or goldfinch.  Sometimes it’s the little things that can bring joy.  I needed that boost because my peripheral neuropathy has reached a stage that it interferes with my balance.  I saw a new doctor yesterday and he’s talking about injecting a medicine into my spine to improve circulation to my feet.  I was horrified  - I was expecting an order to get a massage - and came home feeling, for the first time, really old.