jerryisthinking:

She took flight, quietly, without rousing the attention of those nearby. Her wings stretched high above her and came down suddenly in a powerful thrust, sending her upwards into the failing light of the late autumn sky.

The air passed freely between her feathers and she glided easily on the light wind. Countless generations had perfected her. Each slender tip of the feather, each subtle curve of her body was fine tuned for the miracle of flight.

She was an animated silhouette and she crept through primary colours; points of light dotted around her like iridescent freckles on the sky’s blushing face.

The wind bit her skin with chilled teeth and she knew she would have to leave.