Flight

Your friendship to me, is how I imagine air feels to the birds. All birds that take flight, that is. A soaring bird is a majestic sight and bird cannot soar without air. Can you imagine a bird that could not fly? How it would be humbled; awkward and weak. Birds are the kings of the sky, empowered by flight; empowered by air. They ride on the currents, as if in control. But do they realize? No. They are too often in the air to appreciate it. They do not feel the breeze under their wings and count their blessings. For birds have never been humbled by the loss of flight as I have never been humbled by the loss of your friendship. They are spoiled by air, and I am spoiled by you. When I turn and see you there, holding me up as the air does the birds, I am reminded. I think of those birds who have lost that which is so unknowingly dear to them and I am humbled. I am lucky, for I can return once more to the skies and regain my ignorance of your presence, unlike those birds. The birds that will only ever fly in their dreams.