Bird Symphony

A few days ago, I was on a short run. I had headphones on. I always do. I am always distracting myself.
Over the music, I heard the birds. Oh, man, did I hear birds.
50 years ago I probably would have known what kind of birds these are. I would have known their migration patterns, perhaps. I would have known whether early February was early for this kind of display. But I know none of that.
All I know is that I distract myself, all the time. I never pay attention to what is really happening, what is actually happening, despite me.
This, for one, is happening.