The hawks were skimming the treetops, or sometimes darting between branches. They remained perfectly silent, and their wings rarely moved as they rode the rising air. I watched until the entire parade had vanished behind the pine woods. The birds returned to my thoughts all the gray morning, and again when the sun emerged for awhile in the afternoon. I expect that I'll dream about them tonight, though I rarely remember my dreams so I'll probably never know.
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flying_blind) wrote,
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Flight
The hawks were skimming the treetops, or sometimes darting between branches. They remained perfectly silent, and their wings rarely moved as they rode the rising air. I watched until the entire parade had vanished behind the pine woods. The birds returned to my thoughts all the gray morning, and again when the sun emerged for awhile in the afternoon. I expect that I'll dream about them tonight, though I rarely remember my dreams so I'll probably never know.
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