When I was a kid, a bluebird used to find it’s way to a branch outside our window almost every day in the spring.
I marveled at its coloring and wondered how it was possible to see the color of the ocean in an animal.
But now I’m left with an even bigger puzzle: how it’s possible to see that same hue in your eyes 20 years later.
And how upon seeing them, taking flight seemed like the only reasonable choice.
Fly with me?