yesterday by the roadside was a man cupping a nest in his hand.
11:30 in the morning having just come down from a jeepney. held his left hand pinky parallel to heart, thumb perpendicular to the road, a gentle table on which the nest perched.

i guess just because one day it'll occur to you with no reservations. or the situation will present itself. and you'll find yourself with a nest resting in your palm. or maybe you planned it.