The skies are filled with flying Ospreys. They swoop and glide, wings out stretched, as they discover their world. I can no longer capture them, they have grown out of the nest and into the air. They are so young and free and curious. I am left floating on my kayak sitting back with my camera in my lap. Time to watch and dream with them. Time to capture a drifting feather to help me reflect on what it means to fly.
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