~a short meditation on flight, four~
Flight, for all its exhilaration and glory, always comes home. Every bird lands, eventually. And it is this very moment of landing—a touchdown full of sweetness, which gives flight its freedom. For without landing, the sky would be abyss. Without landing, flight would be exile. It is the inevitability of landing which gives wings to dreams… to our wildest, our sweetest, and our most beautiful dreams.
flight is an embrace of sky wings spread wide caressing wind as it streams by flight is a love of the sky song whispered in tendrils of crimson clouds and golden light and flight is the heart’s journey home weaving dawn and dusk into luster love and soft landing