DenyAsk

One of the sights I love to feast on is the dance of seagulls in open spaces. Places that evoke the nostalgia of these unassuming birds are large squares in European city centers, where the romance of historic architecture marries the unlikely glamor of modern shops and restaurants. I used to sit on a bench on a sunny afternoon and listen to the flap of wings as they rise and circle the busy square. Undaunted by the procession of people without end, these birds would flutter their garments and glide effortlessly above centuries-old statues in perpetual tango. Maybe I enjoy watching birds so much because of the freedom of their flight. Seagulls seem to own the squares, flapping their wings above everything in their physical domain. I can totally identify with David the psalmist in his yearning: "Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest." Life, for most of us, is a series of question marks that increase exponentially as we climb the steps ...