a tragedy, then a gift

My friend Kristin has (had?) a robin that makers a nest every year over the light at the entryway to her house. Interestingly, my Mom has the same thing. This year, Kristin’s robin made her nest, laid this vibrant clutch of four eggs, and then went missing never to return. Today, Kristin finally took the nest down and brought me the eggs. The beauty is–once again–overwhelming to me. I am so sad these eggs didn’t get a chance to hatch, and I am so grateful to have gotten this close-up look at such perfection. I can look at a robin’s egg and imagine the infinite.

American robin eggs (Turdus migratorius)