This morning, I was flying around, joyful, relaxed, clouds were dense and the air was wet, but I could feel some sun rays here and there warming up my wings. 🌞
It feels so good sometimes to fly on your own, to feel your freedom, your vulnerability and the power of your existence.
I like it.
🦅
I like when the airstreams send me to unexpected places where I can see the world in a way I never saw it before.
It's cool.
🌕
I like to meet other birds flying around like me, busy exploring, taking some fresh air and playing in the soft grey clouds.
🌫
That was a cool morning.
Now I'm back to civilisation, busy, dusty and I don't feel my wings anymore.
But it's fine.
Density teaches me to fly. And I love it.
🌤
