The temptation to look up intoxicates: so many shimmering leaves, chattering in the long wind, twisting, flying off, and racing across the sky like the butterflies they join.
The temptation to look down intoxicates: male and female Fragile Forktails stab into strong grasses and Autumn Meadowhawks fight the wind to mate and tap the shoreline, shaking loose fertilized eggs. Exhausted, they return to the land, separately, to catch their breath and depart.
I would I did not have to depart, ever, from such glory.
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