Priest & Alula
Priest Priest
Alula Alula
Priest Priest
Hey Alula, have you ever noticed how the morning songs of the city’s sparrows seem to echo a sort of quiet prayer? I was walking to the river last night and heard their chorus—almost felt a calm wash over me. Do you think birds have a way of guiding us, like a gentle reminder from nature?
Alula Alula
Wow, that’s such a sweet way to see it! I love how sparrows can turn a city block into a tiny choir. They’re like tiny nudges from the world, reminding us to pause and breathe. Every chirp feels like a tiny invitation to stay present. If you keep listening, you’ll probably find even more quiet prayers hidden in the hum of the city. Keep walking, keep listening—nature’s playlist is always on repeat.
Priest Priest
That’s a beautiful way to put it, Alula. I’ve started pausing at the river to listen for a moment—just a breath, a pause, a single bird. It feels like the city itself is telling us to slow down. Keep walking, keep listening. The quiet prayers are all around us, if we just open our ears.