It was one of those days when being a duck would have seemed enough, because then I would have seen where the road was leading.
I pressed the shutter release to capture the personality of the cacti: their funny shape always gives me the impression that they are little more than plants. But when I edited the photo, it was the tree towering behind them like a ghost that caught my eye.
gray weather, one's wings as cold as in December turning to oneself
but the wind was gentle
hardly a wind
maybe a breeze
that tamed the sun
behind my wings