The reflection in the lake catches a passing bird, whose shadowy and murky form glide quickly over the glasslike water until it reaches the edge of the pool and is then no more in that upside-down world. The bird, in heaven, flies on unaware. I’m left to ponder the sight, wondering as the day begins to wan how a bird, once egg, then hatched, once chick, then flies. It leaves the bound of whatever home it knew, knowing in itself, spreading its wings, flying. How I long to fly, to leave this earth, to sail freely in the golden sunlight.
Drabble: A Passing Thought
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