City Perch. One, #1

"PROLOGUEBefore I learned how to belong, I learned how to observe. The first winter I spent in the city settled into me with a quiet weight. It was not only the cold in the air, but the stillness it created within. Sound felt distant. Movement appeared mechanical. People passed one another without pause, as though every face had already been forgotten before it was seen. In that silence, I began to pay attention.
It was the birds that first held my gaze. They gathered in ordinary places. On ledges, near stations, along pavements shaped by constant movement. They existed without urgency, untouched by the restless rhythm of the city. They did not "seek recognition. They did not wait to be understood. They simply remained. I found myself drawn to one in particular. It stood on the edge of a concrete structure near the tram stop, positioned at a quiet distance above the crowd.
Not hidden, yet never disturbed. From that place, it watched everything. The passing strangers, the rushing trains, the unfolding day. It never appeared uncertain. Even in the presence of wind or noise, it held its ground. There was no struggle in its stillness. Only a quiet certainty that it belonged exactly where it stood. I began to question what it meant to live that way"