It was just a dream.
A dream...
Soaring high above the water, sunlight refracting into scattered points, I saw below the surface, into the murky depths.
Shadows moved in the water, some great, some small. I tracked them, waiting...
There!
I dove, silent, slicing the air, cutting through the wind; the rushing plumment downward made my heart sing.
Just shy of the surface, I snapped open my wings and reached, plunging my talons into the water, snatching the fish up. It wriggled, but I held it tight. I gave a sharp cry, exultant.
I flapped, once, twice, my wingtips brushing the water, creating concentric ripples until I rose up, up, ever skyward, prize clutched in my talons.
Just a dream.
I can still feel the wind...
Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!
"...besides love, independence of thought is the greatest gift an adult can give a child." - Bryce Courtenay, The Power of One
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Friday, July 3, 2009
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3 comments:
Oh, I love flying dreams!
Me too, Sisiter of my Soul...me too...
Wow! I'm impressed with your description of the dream...and I can almost feel the wind myself!
Well done!
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