Short Stories (reconstructed)

Solitude

I fly across the sky, into and past the clouds, as I look below me. The city lights create a beautiful image to marvel from above. I watch as some people head to work, and some returning from work.

The beaches, rivers, springs, and falls are all free of those that would often litter them in other hours. The forests have no other sounds but those made by the rustling leaves of plants and the nocturnal creatures.

I sit by the falls as I close my eyes, letting the little droplets of water kiss my face. I hum melodies as I swing my legs from the edge of this rock, free to stay by the waterfall.

I dive into the springs below, softly, as to not create much of a disturbance for the creatures who rest tonight. My wings take the water's temperature in, alleviating its sores from flying. My body relaxes the longer I stay, and I soon find myself floating merrily with the gentle currents.

I hear a familiar pattern of footsteps, and I quickly hide out back. Hello?, a voice calls. I don't answer. The human keeps repeating themselves, but will never get an answer. This human is not a very smart one. If they were, they would have followed the droplets I left behind.

They left as fast as they came, and I was able to enjoy the springs once again. It's been a while since I've found one, and I'm glad I did.

Day breaks, and I fly once again, leaving this place's wonders behind. I hope I can come back here soon.