November 10, 2002

Rise and Fall

The north winds, gusty and erratic yesterday, are consistent, steady, moderate and predictable this morning. A raven takes advantage of a reliable and uniform current, faces into the wind, wings adjusted just so that he can hang motionless against the wind as if painted on the sky. Then, when he takes a notion, turn round with the wind, tuck his wings against his body, and fall like a rock, pulling exuberant out of the dive at the last moment.

I watch him repeat this ballet several times, then come inside, jealous of his world view. That I should learn to in like manner ride the currents of my own life!

Posted by fred1st at November 10, 2002 11:49 AM
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