I knew when it was about to start by the eerie silence that washed over the abandoned pier. I would wait and wait and wait...
Then all at once, they appeared; hundreds of starlings would burst out into the crimson sky and begin to swarm around like bees, weaving in and out of each other as if choreographed by Matthew Bourne himself. Transfixed by their aerial acrobatics, every twist and turn took my breath away. It was a beautiful show, worthy of a standing ovation.
Our own style of flight changes from day to day; Sometimes we glide effortlessly like an eagle, wings spread, riding high on warm currents and a gentle breeze. Other days, like a swallow, we flap manically just to stay aloft through life's challenges and our wings are left a little battered and bruised. These are the moments in which we think we will never fly again...
But we always do. We were designed that way and can fly with broken wings.
Beautiful and inspiring. Thanks, Jeff
ReplyDeleteThanks Bill. Hope you're having a good weekend.
ReplyDeleteToo true! Fantastic as always, my lovely :-) xxx
ReplyDeleteAhh glad you liked it my lovely. I have been watching Earthflight and the aerial shots blew me away...and so I was inspired. Xx
ReplyDeleteMore like a swan with me at the moment, trying to keep floating :-)
ReplyDeleteSwans are magnificent so you are in good company Sean. Keep floating and know that you also have massive wings with which to fly too. :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm not so sure one can fly with broken wings, Jeff.
ReplyDeleteBut I do believe we can still continue forward even if flightless.
And in time, when we heal, perhaps we'll soar with the clouds again.
*sigh*
-Dean
Hey Dean,
ReplyDeleteGood to hear from you! Taking the time to heal is the first step and here's to carrying on in spite of our challenges.
Have a great day. :-)