Robin

The Robins are still here. They usually fly somewhere warmer for the winter, but this year they stayed. I wonder if they know something we don't. The other day Kristin and I watched them fly around and flutter from branch to naked branch playing as they do. One stopped, perched itself and stared at us. He seemed to be as fascinated with us as we were of him. What does the Robin think??? I could no sooner guess that, then guess what strangers in the store are thinking. I never really know with people; I wonder if they stare at me and laugh on the inside, or feel sorry for me, or look up to me. I wonder how much of what I see in other people is just a front. I wonder if people are just as scared and insecure as I am, but are better at camouflaging it. I have learned to not take people at face value, but sometimes, when I peel away the layers, they are less likable. What then?? I don't think the Robin was putting on a face. I think he was genuinely curious about the strangers behind the glass. I wish I could feel the same honesty from the strangers in my world.