Peering up just now through horizontal barrier upon barrier of venetian blinds, I found my attention snared and enamoured with what I saw: countless flights of birds, flitting and flying in frantic formation about the flora of my neighbour’s front yard.
My attentions arrested thus, my heart grew restless with the desire to fly, free and unfettered; to taste the wind upon my tongue, my eyes mist with momentum, to forsake the earth and to defy gravity and whatever gods may be to reach for the heavens, a Babel-inspired skincage.
I am thankful for the sight.
Oh, look at the birds, look at the birds…