Just One Place

I watch from your window as a flock of birds bursts from the neighboring roof top. Oh how I would love to fly, to explode into a whirl of feathers and hollow bones and go anywhere I wanted.

But birds don’t do that, do they? No, you tell me. They stay where they were born and mate for life and never see the world. So I’m doing better than a silly sparrow, you tell me. Yes, I say, yes, but wouldn’t it be wonderful to fly?

Words by S.; Picture by Mindstir Photography, NH Event & Portrait Photographer, http://www.mindstirphotography.com, jwood@mindstirmedia.com