The air was warm.
It was thick with that sweet summer smell.
Like thousands of trees and flowers waking up from a long sleep.
Night was about to set it.
It was thick enough to send off an odor.
As my wings moved up and down in the setting sun I remembered that the air smelt like last summer.
In an instance, the essence of the summer was born again.
It was dark, so very dark.
I remembered most imagining things that I wanted,
a spot near the lake,
but so many other birds.
So many other birds.
I had barely made it through winter because of so many others.
Yet, as My wings stroked the night I felt something nagging my mind.
It was the sad realizations. The bitter memories I had made my home in through out the winter hoping my burst of anger would keep me warm.
It did but not with out the red hot flame burning all the love I had inside.
I had be circling.
I knew the truth now.
It was up to me to decide.
I could keep going the way I was and maybe, eventually I would get to that home by the lake where the sun seemed to linger an extra golden hour or so.
I knew if I kept going I would not be met with a hot flame that would light a forest on fire but something different. A big grey feeling called stale.
Stale was when the food looked the same felt the same but had the smell and taste of old. Stale could only be perceived in your mouth. Any thing with that grey hopeless feeling was sent away if the finder was wise. Some of the discoverers of stale did not perceive it's power so they left it alone only unknowingly to take over more then the original object.
That's where she was ragged, grey. Her bulging eyes watched me keenly. When I found the source she was frighten. Her wide eyes became larger. The smell had covered the sun set and rise only sometimes could the sun get through. All of her visitors stopped coming. I found the source. I lifted it from it unassuming place. She let out a defensive sound and in a instance she was there feathers up and ready.
"I just want this moved" I said.
"Oh" then a pause, "But you can't, it can't be moved."
I went to its place and placed in in my mouth then raised my head. Now we were eye level.
She gave me a fierce look yet, it seemed soft and hurt at the same instance like different colors radiating from a diamond.
"You need to leave" she screamed.
But I stayed unmoved.
"LEAVE ME NOW" She screeched.
In an instance the bird moved around swiftly moving the fog.
It took it away.
All I was left with was a broken mirror.
A tear fell on my reflection, it was a skinny brown bird with bulging eyes.
