Lone Black Bird

A saw a lone black bird flying through the drizzly Northwest sky. An infinate blanket of grey clouds hung behind him. He seemed to be heading for something that was more important to him than his personal comfort. For a few seconds he appeared to be alone. Then, slowly the rest of his flock came into view.

While he was alone I imagined that his life was like the weather; dreary, sad, and hard. As his flock came into view, my perspective changed. He was now the leader. He flew out ahead of his group to charge the weather and be the first to confront any dangers. While I watched, part of me wished I was the bird.