I don’t care where we’re flying, I don’t care how fast we get there, I don’t care what it’s like once we land, I don’t care how heavy the winds or how fierce the rain that soaks our feathers, I don’t care how strong the storm, as long as I know that every time I glance over, every time I look up, it’s your wings I will see next to mine. It’s your breath mixing with mine, steaming into the cold morning air. I don’t Care, just be next to me.
Cedar Waxwings Murmuration (by TylerKnott)












