They glide effortlessly above the water,
the wind carrying their wings.
With no direction in mind,
they simply float...
for hours just existing above us.
I watch from my cosy bed and feel calmed,
something so graceful and freeing about them -
ignoring the fact that they are really just seagulls...
one's that have clearly lost their way.
The wind whistles through the gap in the window,
and makes the glass panel shudder.
I have no desire to face the outside world,
overcast and gloomy a standard morning welcome.
Beneath the covers and at a friends house,
there is no urgency for our day.
Recovering from wines of last night,
we will talk aimlessly about everything - no direction to our thoughts.
Enjoying in being,
relishing in the ease of our friendship...
there is no need to 'perform'.
Just pottering along and going where the wind takes us -
anywhere, so long as you've got your friend for the journey.
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