Picture the scene: it's about 4 or 5 a.m., and I'm propped up against the side of my wife's bed in the maternity hospital, our newborn son sleeping in a cot by her side. My neck is stiff from trying to sleep sitting upright; after the excitement of the preceding night, sleep does not come easily.I stand and peek between the curtains that hang over the room's long window, looking out over the hospital complex from our place on the eighth storey. Mist is everywhere - this is a November morning - and all is still except for the bending of the tall trees.Suddenly, a ragged old stork flies through the night, between the tall hospital buildings, cutting a swirling path through the mist. His huge wings beat so slowly that I wonder he stays aloft.My tired, but very happy, mind only realised the significance of seeing a stork at a maternity ward when I retook my seat. The poor stork looked as if he had experienced a busy night.The photograph that completes this haiga is fitting: it is a hand-made bird, given to my wife for our new baby by a Chinese lady that runs a stall on the open-air market in town. Another little avian visitor for our newborn, looking rather comfortable in the photograph by my teatable...
Congrats on boy number two. I had my second son in November as well.
Most kind, GN, and congratulations to you and your partner, too! Double boys is rather good fun, is it not? :)Toodlepip,Hobbes
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