And what are the odds of finding two such contrasting feathers next to each other? The sun drew me to the white feather. It was until I bent to see the white feather that I saw the gray/black feather. Kneeling beside them I pondered all the whispers and metaphors the two gifted. And then with a smile I released each whisper and metaphor. Sometimes, smile, you just have to say “thank you” when a gift is received. Thank you.