"The sand around me is alive with questions. 2 pelicans--"

"I'm waiting for someone to unscramble me."

"--just went by"

"I'm envious"

"Of what?"

"Of the pelicans. They can see you. They have a choice."

"Close your eyes. You do too."

"What?"

"Have a choice. I'm right there. See?"

"You've always been quiet. You can always see things better than me."

"I want to fly too."

"Where?"

"To the mountains. Where you are. I would sit in a pine tree by your window and watch you."

"But then we couldn't talk. We'd have to be silent."

"You just said I was quiet."

"True.  But wouldn't you miss this? Being able to talk to me?"

"I'd still talk to you. Just in a different way. You'd understand me."

"Oh, like Pentecost. I'd understand your language perfectly. Your little chirping."  

"Yep. At the memorial service for my aunt and uncle, two little birds appeared at the window, trying to get into the house. While everyone was sitting around missing them, crying, laughing, these little birds appeared, saying hello! We are still here! We want to come back in!"

"I'm envious."

"Of what?"

"Of those little birds. Of being able to recognize your aunt and uncle inside of them."

"If I came to you now, would you be able to recognize me?"

"I hope so."