In a moment.

The bird flies into the horizon. I see its jaggered-end wings flap rythmatically and soon I hear it as well. It hits the air heavily. Like when one flaps a dusty mat and suddenly the dust falls off into life.. Taking to the sky, its breathe is drawn in in magnificent and you could hear the tiny heart so high in the sky with all the majesty and illusions you have never touch. You wonder at the serenity through it in such an exhilerating occassion. It is slow and pronounced, so that it is almost close to my ears and I can feel the vibration. Slowly it just drops out of sight as the last drop of refreshing cold water into a thirsty soul and then close your eyes and ravish the memory.