By D.E. Berthiaume
High above a rugged, windswept cliff, I perch majestically, my eagle eyes scanning the vast landscape below. The world stretched out before me — a breathtaking panorama of nature's grandeur. Mountains, rivers, and forests stretched out in a mosaic of Earth's beauty. The wind sings through my feathers, creating a symphony of nature's power and grace.
In the distance I spot a better perch across the valley, my lifelong home. Anticipation courses through me as I prepare to leave my familiar roost. With a swift, deliberate motion, I ruffle my feathers, feeling the cool breeze beneath my wings. Then I launch myself into the open sky, a triumphant cry escapes my beak and echoing through the valley as I soar, embracing the exhilaration of flight.
With a graceful pivot, I tuck my wings in close, surrendering to the exhilarating pull of gravity, and I begin my thrilling free-fall. The feel of the air rushing through my feathers and the rustling sound they make fill me with yearning for more. I revel in the sensation as natural as breathing, perhaps a bit too zealously.
As I descend, an overwhelming exhilaration washes over me — a euphoric ballet between earth and air, where gravity releases its grip, and I become one with the boundless sky. My free-fall comes to a reluctant halt, and I take a moment to gather my senses before opening my wings, a momentary pause in my dance with the sky.
With a bittersweet sigh, I extend my wings to their full majestic span, each feather aligning perfectly, forming a seamless canopy above the rushing air. Excitement surges through every fiber of my being, bursts forth into a triumphant cry that reverberates through the valley, shaking the very mountains with the intensity of my joy.
Feeling every sinew in my powerful wings stretch and tense, savoring the searing ache that accompanies the relentless effort, my heart soars with happiness. The air below me swells, a tangible force cradling my body, pushing against my ventral plumage and wings with a strength that challenges and invigorates me.
I savor the euphoria of continued flight, the world expands below, a tapestry of colors and textures, while the wind whispers secrets through my feathers, a symphony of nature's raw power and grace. In this boundless sky, my soul finds its truest home, and I am truly alive, connected to the elements that define my existence.
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