Habitually, I looked up into the sky as I sat rather comfortably on this day bed chair waiting for my seamless transport. I call it day bed chair cause the seat was so long one third of my legs was left hanging off the edge. The weather was kind; the sky was cloud covered, the breeze ever so gently caressing my face as the plants waves to greet all in the vicinity. I am thankful I am still breathing…
Up in the sky, I saw a bird flying. I found the answer I have always asked but never had the time to address even though it is the simple act of looking up into the sky.
“Why do we always draw birds like these?” These referred to birds looking like a fat flat m with a horizontal line across the middle vertical line.
Today, the bird I saw flying in the sky looked exactly like how I have always drawn my birds in a landscape. Maybe I had found the answer a long time ago, but today will be the day that I will never forget the answer.
Besides the story I shared yesterday, life has it that another 22 year old died whilst running the marathon. Another teen was stabbed at the MacDonalds I frequent. “If its time, its time, fit or not…” as my wise bestie said.
I shall resolute to look up into the beautiful sky above me more often and be glad I am still breathing.
This defines happiness.
