I sat staring at the ocean, waiting for inspiration to come. A loud bang. A hummingbird had hit the glass. It lay there prone. Stunned by the immovable object. The tiny bird closed its eyes. Its red throat furiously puffing up and then down. Up and then down. It's right wing crumpled underneath it, the left one down at its side. As I moved to take a picture and ponder whether he needed help, the hummingbird quickly recovered and flew away.
I sat there for a few minutes longer. Wondering whether I could ever be like a hummingbird. When stunned by something, whether I could just get up, shake it off and move on.