Avis in manu

Once I filled my hand with mist.
Then I opened it and lo, the mist was a worm.
And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird.
And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face, turned upward.
And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it there was naught but mist.
But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness.

- Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam

What a very fine mustachioed bird.

Photograph copyright 2014, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.