Seagulls and wind currents

I am high above the sea, the wind carries salt in the air that surrounds me. It’s hard to think amidst all the squawking, I sneak away for a moment to myself.

The blue beneath me and the blue above, an endless horizon for me to chase. I soar higher and higher for some solitude, caught in a current, drifting into the nimbus aloof to my destination.

The cool of the magenta envelopes my body, for a moment everything feels still. Silence abound, melting into the elements, not aware of where I begin, and where I end. No longer myself, I am blue, I am golden, I am pink.

Above the clouds, eavesdropping on the sweet nothings the sun whispers to the seas as it fades into the distance. I am humbled to be witness to the conversations of beings larger than life for they are it.

My world turning cobalt, the night adorns its gifts for me. Twinkling, even their dimness seems a mystery. We chase them not, for we understand all that is ours is this moment of calm. The giants revealing themselves as I exist in this vast ocean of darkness. Aware of who I am, I am the universe, and it is me.

The night wishes me adieu, I gently glide back below the clouds, returning to my ephemeral reality as a seagull. My body has weight again, grateful for my mortality, knowing I have only so many tomorrows, it is perhaps the greatest gift I possess.