Flap Sky

🌀 Spunky Mind Tricks

Wind carries

Open wings

The storm tossed fog, salt, sand,

and feathers into the air.

Even the seagulls looked

wonderfully untidy.

First came the flapping.

Then the wings opened

and flapping forgot its job.

Wind took over like morning

had handed it the keys.

Fog invented mountains.

A wave forgot where it was going.

The sea applauded anyway.

The flock borrowed the morning

one invisible breeze at a time.

See you on the trail. 🐾

dirt first

everything else is a surprise

— Trail Built Living