Her eyes filled themselfs with tears as she listened to the seabirds, resting on the rocky coast before heading off again. They had a long journey ahead of them, and they didn’t seem to realise that at all. Yet, they did this twice a year, and so they must know every rock and every land they would pass.
It must be hard, she thought. She thought about the storms at sea they had to fly through, the hours and hours of flying without a single step on land. But, she also thought about the sun shining on their enormous wings, creating a wavy shadow on the deep blue ocean. About the soft breeze in their backs, sailing them through the air. The freedom they possessed, every single day. The time they had, to fly, to live, and survive and to fly again. To die, hopefully in peace. The life of a seabird had to be tough, without a doubt. But, what they got in exchange for that was even greater in her opinion. A free, flying life, without the worries of a human being. A life to really live.