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Inspired by a rainy afternoon bird watching.

Not many people go for a walk in the park on rainy days, but if anybody had been out that afternoon in August, they might have seen a young figure on a park bench. With black hair falling over into the teen's eyes, he looked almost surreal. If anyone had been watching, they would have seen him rise-without looking away from where his eyes were fixed on the trees-and disappear into the forest. A bright flash of light appeared for an instant not far from where he was, and, through the drizzle, a faint glow moved away from the place, and came to rest in a tree.

Emerald eyes watched a small bird flit from branch to branch, wonder held in them. For though man tends to sleep when the sky is grey, nature seems to awaken from some long slumber. In the silver cover of a light rain, the boy's eyes followed the songbird as it preformed its daily ritual.

Chirp.

Fly to a branch.

Chirp.

Preen feathers.

Chirp.

Prepare…

Chirp.

Fly.

The Cardinal flew to another tree, and the white-haired boy's attention was suddenly captured by a brave little fly that had landed on his leg. He watched the insect, careful not to move, as it journeyed across his thigh and over to his other leg.

It's like me, he realized. Always skipping around, disappearing and reappearing somewhere else… Never in the same place for very long. He paused. Scared by every little thing that comes your way. The fly left the spirit to his thoughts. A small green blur and a soft noise made him look up sometime later. It hovered in front of his face for a moment then landed on a nearby branch. The phantom watched the hummingbird as it shook out its feathers and flitted off to gather nectar.

One last thought crossed the child's mind before he left the park, I am one with things that fly.