Learning to fly. By Sarah Courtney Dean. Grey, leaden clouds scud across the sky driven by gale force gusts of wind. As in the harbour sail boats rest with sails furled waiting for calmer days to come. As I stand there taking in the view white flashes catch my eye, Gulls sailing the currents in the air. Soaring effortlessly back and forth masters of the sky. All the while uttering a strident raucous cry challenging the firmament to a duel. Time after time, they launch themselves into the blast in for the want of a better term I can only call joy. Standing there lost in this display my thoughts turn inward. Can I be like them. Can I learn to fly in the face of lifes storms. Them my heart melts and I feel Her beside me. I take her hand and launch myself into the storms that life brings, not with a grudge but with a scream of joy that matches those that fill the grey leaden sky.
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