These are the kind of days when there is nothing more important than just being alive....
I sit on the edge of the mesa and feel the morning sun. I stand, slowly spread my wings, and fly across the canyons. The walls echo with my calls and the crows call back to me. The canyon opens up below me, fading into shades of blue, purple, and red as I circle and spin.
I return softly, landing near the pool of water, with a head full of wonder, eyes bright with adventure, and a small skull in my hand. Feet in the cold snowmelt water, I connect again with the sure and solid earth.
Spread your wings, wildlings....it's spring!