Instead, released, I headed to the beach with a hip hip hurrah and a skip in my step. There I was greeted by my osprey soaring as free as I felt! Lucky bird, lucky me.
It was absolutely invigorating, the ocean was rough and seas were running high. There was a steady northerly wind and the clouds were perfectly framed in the blue skies. Joy. Untethered joy for me as well as the birds who were speeding south with a tail wind or just soaring where the winds would take them.
Lucky us!
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