The Last Dream

Late one night, I walked on a street in Santa Fe, New Mexico, as large snow flakes swirled and settled softly upon the town. Only a few people were seen wandering aimlessly on the sidewalks and upon the deserted streets themselves. There was light from street lamps and from inside of closed shops that housed wonderful art and sculptures.
I turned a corner to find several small trees between myself and the red brick wall of a building. The trees had long lost all of their leaves. A small bird, a brown, fat little fellow, sat on a snow covered branch. He chirped softly as I talked to him, apologizing for not having brought any food with me. When he flew away, I knew that I had received a gift from God.