I am walking by a park...
I can hear the river caressing the shore...
An old Mill sits between the park and the river....
It is a sunny, but chilly spring day...
I can hear just a bird chirping...
We are just 24 hours short of the month of May being born...
This  park should be bursting with flowers and birds...
Seems spring is afraid to come...
The arctic wind refuses to leave...
It is just a matter of time before  the arctic wind gets defeated...
The same battle will be fought in November...
And by then the arctic wind will prevail...
For the time being I will close my eyes...
And I imagine I am surrounded by birds...
Of all kinds...
Goldfinch, cardinals,  sparrows, robins...
I became one of them...
Just another robin in the flock...
And by instinct I decided to spread my wings and fly away...
I can see the park...
The river...
The mill...
The people...
All from above...
I am a birdie...
And I just got my freedom wings...
I will let the wind be my companion...
I open my eyes...
And I realize I am not a bird after all...
But that does not prevent me from dreaming of being one...
We can imagine freedom anyway we want...
I see freedom through the eyes of a bird...
What could be more beautiful than seeing the world from above?...
While carried by the wind...