I watched 2 birds fly over me this afternoon. Each wing beat in perfect synchronicity. Each breath as one. Never more than a handspan apart. My heart lifted in that perfect moment.
I am becoming aware of the beauty that surrounds me. For now I am an observer. Waiting, wondering. Am I able to let go of the past or will it drown me? Is this solitude healing? Am I whole or am I broken?
I don’t have the answer but, for now, it’s enough.