Friday, June 13, 2014
Pushing aside the deep burgundy curtains, I looked out the window from the top floor of our house. The view was splendid, as usual, the sun rising over the top of the tallest trees, bringing color to the earth. Birds began to take flight, and although there was a window between me and the outside, I could still hear them chirping. I watched this view for a very long moment before letting go of the curtains and beginning my work for the day. I realized that I couldn't stop thinking about the birds- or rather, what they obviously symbolized. Freedom.