We walked in circles and the birds did the same, gliding easily on the rising thermals and barely beating a wing.
You wondered what they thought, looking down at us.
I didn’t know what to say. They were birds and from their view, we all looked the same. The beast great and small, we were all carrion to them. What did they care how we spent our lives?
It’s the closest we’ll ever get to fly, you said, as we lay down in that green field.
She was right.
Bit by bit, piece by piece, we ascended into the sky.