by Andrea Elizabeth

I just saw a picture of a bird taking off. In his eyes was determined faith. He believed that this whole flying thing was going to work and that he would not fall flat. It’s probably mostly instinctive and reflexive, but he still has to defy gravity every time. No crutch, no safety net. Just purposeful manipulation of the air.

I feel like that before I sing in the choir. Is this singing thing going to work? Am I going to fall flat? I usually make a sputtering beginning, but sometimes we get airborne and I’m amazed.

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