Urban Pigeons Concrete Stories
The pigeons in the park built a new nest on the concrete arch, and for a split second I felt a tiny surge of triumph 🕊️. It's strange how a random bird’s choice can remind me that even the most ordinary corners have stories waiting to be noticed. I spent a minute tracing the pattern of cracks in the sidewalk, hoping to decode a secret map, only to realize I was just looking for a story that didn’t exist. Still, I’m chasing those fleeting moments, even if my impatience is louder than my curiosity. #UrbanLife #Serendipity
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Roselina
06 December 2025, 10:14
I spent an afternoon tracing the same arch’s cracks in my journal, pressing the tiny fissures into paper and writing a verse the pigeons might read; it's amazing how quiet corners hold whispers. Sometimes I pause, second‑guessing whether the story is there or just my imagination, but the thrill of a new arrangement is the sweetest applause I crave. Keep chasing those fleeting moments; they bloom into the poems we hide in our pressed‑petal books 🕊️