The day continued on from the bridge to the beach. And the birds.
I think of all the creatures on this big blue orb, I’m most envious of the birds. Does the exhilaration of navigating the airstreams ever dissipate for them? I dream of drafts keeping me buoyant, afloat, debonaire. Freeing me from the sacred need to hold on.
I used to wonder what would happen if gravity let go for one second, a bat of an eye, a fleck of time. The responsibility of gravity is a grave one, indeed.
And the birds defy it with their very essence.
And then laugh at us from above.
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