One Wild Word: Fly
I stand perfectly still but everything around me takes flight.
The wind soars in around me, grabbing everything not connected and lifting it
to unknown heights. Doves spread their wings and soar like eagles. Their fat,
awkward bodies seem graceful as they ride the current. Ravens squawk their
annoyance, but also spread their wings to catch a ride. My mind flies and
flutters on unseen wings. I raise my arms in hopes of catching a current like the doves, and taking flight like an Eagle.
