A sky full of wings... or a mind full of thoughts.

I wonder if it's the same thing.

When I was very young I used to lay on a boulder of sandstone in my back yard and watch the birds.

I watched their movements on tree branches and high in the thin mountain air sky, sometimes seeming to be erratic and irrational and other times they flowed together as a single unit.

I used to imagine that birds carried our thoughts and wishes out to the universe, some to be realized and others abandoned or lost or shot down by a hunter. Or maybe some thoughts landed on others or maybe they simply just formed into a morning song.

I still think about this sometimes.