is the thing
in the soul,
and sings the tunes
without the words,
and never stops at all.
I have been having those wonderful flying dreams, not the ones where I end up falling, but the ones where I am swooping and soaring, landing on roof tops and soaring some more.
Aaahhh to have wings,
and be able to glide,
to be light as the air
to let the breezes carry me along.
I have been thinking about all of the fabric pieces that Christo has created and the sound of the wind passing through them, and so, these thoughts brought me to feathers, and then, to flying in my dreams.
Added on Friday: These images can be seen in more detail (and with photographer credits) at Flickr in the Feather Mosaic