Flight time

I sat outside for awhile this afternoon, enjoying the last vestiges of unseasonably warm weather. Storm clouds were rolling in from the west, pregnant with much-needed rain. Over my head, soaring, playing, were eagles. They didn't have anywhere in particular to go. They rode the wind, the thermals, using Mother Nature to tell them where to go. They floated along, on invisible currents, to land somewhere distant. Over the horizon, I spot a much-larger bird, ferrying its precious cargo to an airfield. I wanted to be up in the air today. Sometimes, up there feels safer than down here.