May 5, 2022
Blue Like You
In the beginning of the world, there was a bird, small and ugly, waddling on the ground, unaware it had wings. It sang to the blue skies, voice soaring and dipping, longing and magic-infused in every note. This went on for days and then weeks until the sky reached down and cradled the bird within its soft breeze. Blue seeped from one to the other, painting the bird’s feathers with color. The bird stuck out its chest and plumped up its feathers in gratitude, and the sky whispered, “come join me.” The bluebird’s wings carried its now beautiful body on the currents of wind, cradled once more by the sky. And to this day, the bluebird and the sky have remained the closest of friends.
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Aahhhhh! Don’t think I’ll every photograph a bluebird and not think of this!
I’ve always thought the bird’s blue wings were the same color as the sky. Friends forever! Thanks for reading, Michelle.