The Bird on the Rail

   

      Today, I observed the bird on a rail, or my balcony. Yes, I used the word "observe" since I took the time to contemplate on his gestures and movements. He seemed to be thinking about something for a long time since 2 hours passed since he first landed on my rail. I am well aware that a bird's intelligence is not high enough to undergo a cognitive process as similar as that of a human being. Despite the widely known fact, I got a feeling that a soul was inside of that living organism, trying to figure out what to do next in a broiling atmosphere nearing summer. 
   Then, I began to relate myself to the bird and decided on where to fly next. 
If I were a bird, I wanted to fly to somewhere pretty much cool compared to Korea in which the weather is too soggy and irritating, especially in the summer. I thought of California and 

Rio de Janeiro. Maybe at this time of the year, the weather would be cool and nice, just right

for tanning and bathing. I wanted to touch the thing to give the warmth that it longed for after a long and dreary trip. But I didn't. I just stood by, savoring the nature as it is.