A Fine Line

I was outside the other day, when a brightly colored cardinal landed in our large cedar tree. It was a beautiful spring day and what had begun as a breeze had picked up and turned into a kite-crashing wind. The cedar branches rocked to and fro; sometimes pitching forward and down and then up and backward. Never once repeating the same pattern. All the while this red bird rode out the waves. There's a fine line between determination and stubbornness. Whichever his was I do not know, but I admired his resolve to remain steadfast whatever his reasoning.