Watching as seagulls wing round and round into the slippery grey clouds that run across the rising yellow sun.
The religious one speaks of Jonathan Livingston Seagull
I snark at her.
If you love something set it free?
Four geese honking just out of reach.
I watch their bodies with an artist eye.
Do your bit of good in the world.
My quote for the day.
I have nothing else.
Faith in my own goodness.