Curtains flapped in the morning wind, her notorious excitement was visible as she played with the orange, the blue, the yellow and the grey curtains.
Flap flap flap – was the only sound I heard as my chaotic sleep broke into my silent morning – I felt disoriented at the sudden change in the surroundings.
As i came to my senses - I checked on the girls –
“yes, birds can fly" came a voice, "but why do you think they have nests” said the realist Capricon - Lily
"fair point" - my mind said
“but they do get to fly and fly and roam around and be flying” – Ag countered
"equally true" - my mind said again
“but they do come back to their nests – their homes and that is my point – even though they can fly endlessly anywhere they want – they do come back to the place they call home – they do have a center, so we can be birds too – go wherever we want to and come back home”
“but I don’t want to come back – I want to keep roaming – like a bird”
The curtains stopped flapping – I was a bystander.
Agnes had written in her blog about being free as a bird and never having to settle down – keep flapping – remain boundary-less. Lil surprisingly found that discomforting/unrealistic - you know her- which led to this clash of ideas.
“..and birds too sometimes must think they should be humans – humans might be the gods to them – for all you know”
“Ahem..” the oldest man in the house cleared his throat..
“Joe, I want to be a bird and Lily does not want me to become one..” making that face which told me she thot her elder sister was crazy..
Lil looked at me in revolt – wondering which side I would take
“we can be anything we want as long as our minds are in place – if you want to be a bird – be a bird and fly – be a snail and enjoy the little things – be the clouds and float around in gloriously blue skies – be different every single day and I do say that being human can sometimes be a bit tardy and boring” – I said yawning..the diplomat coming to the fore.
“…and if you are a bird you can aim your droppings on the heads of people you don`t like..hahah” I chuckled, thus closing the argument..
“this has to go in the blog …mwhahaha” – Ag started frantically typing
“..am I the only grown up in this house” – Lil sighed, shaking her head - a grin hidden in those cheeks - as she went back to concentrating on her fone.,
The curtains started flapping again - the silence this time was happy. I went to the kitchen to get some nutrition into my girls – as a pigeon somewhere made plans to aim that dropping on my head.
hdk
Flap flap flap – was the only sound I heard as my chaotic sleep broke into my silent morning – I felt disoriented at the sudden change in the surroundings.
As i came to my senses - I checked on the girls –
“yes, birds can fly" came a voice, "but why do you think they have nests” said the realist Capricon - Lily
"fair point" - my mind said
“but they do get to fly and fly and roam around and be flying” – Ag countered
"equally true" - my mind said again
“but they do come back to their nests – their homes and that is my point – even though they can fly endlessly anywhere they want – they do come back to the place they call home – they do have a center, so we can be birds too – go wherever we want to and come back home”
“but I don’t want to come back – I want to keep roaming – like a bird”
The curtains stopped flapping – I was a bystander.
Agnes had written in her blog about being free as a bird and never having to settle down – keep flapping – remain boundary-less. Lil surprisingly found that discomforting/unrealistic - you know her- which led to this clash of ideas.
“..and birds too sometimes must think they should be humans – humans might be the gods to them – for all you know”
“Ahem..” the oldest man in the house cleared his throat..
“Joe, I want to be a bird and Lily does not want me to become one..” making that face which told me she thot her elder sister was crazy..
Lil looked at me in revolt – wondering which side I would take
“we can be anything we want as long as our minds are in place – if you want to be a bird – be a bird and fly – be a snail and enjoy the little things – be the clouds and float around in gloriously blue skies – be different every single day and I do say that being human can sometimes be a bit tardy and boring” – I said yawning..the diplomat coming to the fore.
“…and if you are a bird you can aim your droppings on the heads of people you don`t like..hahah” I chuckled, thus closing the argument..
“this has to go in the blog …mwhahaha” – Ag started frantically typing
“..am I the only grown up in this house” – Lil sighed, shaking her head - a grin hidden in those cheeks - as she went back to concentrating on her fone.,
The curtains started flapping again - the silence this time was happy. I went to the kitchen to get some nutrition into my girls – as a pigeon somewhere made plans to aim that dropping on my head.
hdk
Be a Bird... Flyyyy.. :D Makes me feel like i can...
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