The first time I saw a hummingbird was two years ago, almost to date.
That winter, in Sid's garden, hovering next to a blossoming cherry tree.
A miracle. I was speechless, I the alien. Sid went on fixing the water mains.
Ever since, the hummingbird holds a special meaning for me.
Having been able to spot these tiny creatures twice on the recent
visit, and always just when I'd been thinking of Sid, was really something.
Everything about Santa Monica: I expected him to emerge from around the
corner any time, and we'd all go off to a deli for a chat.
You are dearly missed, in all the things that make me smile.
Our magician and the invisible hummingbird
Malibu - Santa Monica, February 2009 - 2011
video by kandarf