Photo Friday #15
At some point in your life, you have probably imagined what it's like to be a bird: untethered from the earth below, from everything. Soaring above the clouds, alone and untroubled by anything except by the wind mussing your feathers. When my worries weigh me down, I may look up at the sky and imagine that I am up there. Imagining this, my anxiety is not gone, I am still not free from it. There is a great distance between me and the ground, and I am afraid of falling. But I realize that my wings have the strength to carry me, to keep flying, no matter how hard the weather. And so I keep flying.