Why is it that some fly...whereas others choose not?
How is it that it can be THAT simple and easy...and THIS complicated and hard?
What is it about some days...?
Countless days of showing up.
Countless hours of looking and seeing and trying to make sense of what makes no good sense at all. Countless minutes spent wishing and waiting...and hoping - for moments like this.
I have no answers.
I know - only - that it leaves me breathless.
No matter how many times I've witnessed this familiar scene - it's always brand new.
I don't know why some choose to fly...and others do not.
I don't know why - for some - spreading wings comes easy. I don't know where they're going...or what...or who. I don't know why some days are these days and these days are this.