Where They Fly

In spite of it all - the endless grey..the mist and rain that won't stop falling...the lack of sun's light that might otherwise guide and offer up direction.

In spite of not knowing. What's up..what's down..what's east or west. What's forward..what's back. What's right...what's wrong.

In spite of all of these things..and so many more - it's always a wonder to me that they trust in themselves and their inner compasses and guides..and that they know exactly where it is that they're going.