Perfectly Counterbalanced.

I want to be able to sprout wings whenever I want. I want to be able to jump off the ground and suddenly be flying, like in every good dream I've ever had. I think about this on windy days like today, when I watch birds find the sweet spot. Perfectly counterbalanced. No energy being expended. And I know this is how I want to live. Not lost in the extremes of doing and non-doing. Just living in harmony with the forces of the present unfolding.