I spotted a galah sitting on a branch, just hanging out among the leaves. It was preening its feathers, taking its sweet time. The sunlight made the pink and grey stand out. I couldn’t help but smile. It felt nice to just pause and watch. No rush, just me and this bird in a quiet moment. Then it flew off, and I kept walking.

A galah perched on a tree branch in the midst of green foliage.