flight

I woke up this morning and stood out in the rain drinking chocolate milk. I watched three adolescent crows building up their wings and bravery while circling a tree. Every once in awhile losing their courage and touching a branch, than flying back out again. Their excitement was recognized even by my human ears that don't understand the language of birds. Their uncertainty and disbelief in something so beautiful and free such as flying, was understood by my own body, incapable of flight. At the moment when they finally took off from the proximity of their roost, i was reminded that I'm still circling mine, even when i know i can already fly.