Feeling Blue

As a child, coming upon a bird's egg on the ground was something half-mystical.  Stopping to carefully examine the setting, I would extrapolate events that brought this shell of life to such a fall.

If it was a robin's egg, awe grew exponentially.  Something about those delicately colored eggs drew a reverential sigh from my soul.  "Ahhhh," my inner griot exhaled, and I would store away that bit of blue in my heart.

Forty years on, those feeling echo whenever I come upon such a find, as I did last August at Illiniwek Forest Preserve - a sudden interruption to my solitary ramble.

There it was, halved and empty, gaping at the sky.