MARCH ATE MARCH NINE

Yesterday I heard an unusual bird call. When I turned to look outside, I saw:














































































































What I heard:



This morning:

















This afternoon:

















"How are you?"

"Perfect, thank you. I'm traveling incognito."

"Oh? As what are you disguised?"

"I am disguised as myself."

"Don't be silly. That's no disguise. That's what you are."

"On the contrary, it must be a very good disguise, for I see that it has fooled you completely."

-- Nasrudin, Sufi Tales