As I lay on the cool grass looking up towards the greyish blue sky… I see something. It’s slowly falling — dancing in the quiet still air.
Is it a feather? A petal? A piece of something? Maybe clothing or paper? I can’t tell. It’s small enough to not really see, but big enough to believe.
The wind slightly makes itself known. The piece skips a step and then tumbles perfectly into a new position…a newer journey, perhaps? What grace this dancer-of-sorts has. Nothing deters its simple waltz across the early morning sky. If anything, it seems to embrace a spectators’ spirit to be even more impressive.