A swallow flies over a meadow full with wild flowers in high summer.
After Noon
On The Wing
Daylight
Connected
Energetic
. . .
My wings glide, grass shakes under the sun as the fields spread far below. The scent of pollan from ten thousand seedheads waft in the breeze. Midges dance, bugs splutter and buzz, I float and fly with effortless grace: my ocean life...