“Singing, flying creatures.”
Word 29: Birds
Looking towards the sky, she saw birds flying overhead. A flock of birds sang a song with no words but in truth no words were needed. The sound itself was amazing. She let out a laugh and spun in the street, not caring that people were looking at her funny. Her long dark hair spinning with her, she felt that this was what it meant to be alive. She danced to the song the birds sang as they flew away.
“Doing things others think are crazy, that’s living in no fear of judgment.”