Redbirds

I am wearing a dress for the first time in months, and my hair is down and barretted with a fancy barrette and I am wearing jewelry and something other than jungle mocs (though not much fancier--just birks).  We're headed for the Opera, Mozart's Don Giovanni.  Outside the window, on the weeping branches of the American elm that the city gives shots to twice a year in opes of saving are two redbirds, twittering.  Mama and Papa cardinal.