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Watching The Birds Fly






You wanna know what I have recently discovered? Well, you ought to know that I am going to tell, anyway, whether you wanted to know or not. 


:-)


A couple of months back, I had the pleasure of being invited for a yacht trip, something I have never done before and on a night-out with a friend, the chance presented itself to me and I said 'Why the hell not?'


On top of having being introduced to a world of luxury, comfort, grandeur and splendor that I have never ever, EVER, (or ever will again) seen, I was more focused on the simplicity of the things I saw and felt. Instead of the mouth-watering food, waiting servants, speed boats, masseurs, pedicurists, manicurists, glistening walls, shining dining tables....I saw simplicity.


And one of the most simple things that touched me during that trip was watching how the birds fly. 


I don't know about you but I have no inkling as to why birds (swallows, I think) like to fly after yachts in a triangular formation, never overtaking the leader. They go for the occassional swoop for water but when they return, they get back into their position in the formation. 


It was just so beautiful how they flew together. At one point, another batch (yeah, I know it's supposed to be 'flock' but I like being a little rebellious today) flew along, swooping, swirling around the air, free like a....well, bird. The second batch bade farewell and went on their way. 


With white wine in hand, I sat on the deck, sipping and watching with delight. I don't know what was so delightful about watching them birdies but it was just....simple and pleasurable. 


So, now, whenever life starts overwhelming me, I go to the balcony armed with a lethal concoction of alcoholic mixes (kidding, kidding. Please have your sense of humor checked), and I'll just sit there, waiting for a fleet (still refusing to use the correct word 'flock' here) of birds to fly by so that I can watch then, even for a few seconds. 


I think I am going nuts but maybe it's an age thing. As you grow older, your perspective about life changes.


The only thing in life that is certain is change. So, change it should be, huh? Birds...huh...who would've thought. 

Comments

shanaz@RS said…
Rebellious words of the day: Batch, fleet instead of the ever traditional word flock.

Wonderful post, Marsh. I love watching birds as well, the way the just fly together, a bunch of them, just swimming away in the air. Yeah, creative choice of word eh? Swimming!

Anyways, you're not growing older, you're young. :p
Marsha Maung said…
Yes, SWIMMING is another good word!! come to think of it, i would compare birds in the air with dolphins in the water! so graceful and beautiful!

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