The robins fought in the backyard. I watched from my window and hoped they would give up, forget about who was winning, and just go about their business.
But they just kept leaping into the air, their wings beating at each other, their beaks jabbing. I covered my eyes. Or rather someone covered my eyes for me.
“Stop looking,” he told me.
“Well you’ve got that taken care of,” I said.
He laughed. And took his hands from my eyes. I turned and saw peace in his eyes and on his face. It was a nice place to be, rather than looking out there.