Troubled Coast Flying To And Fro
Picture this, a flock of birds scaling the coldest peaks. Winds roar, the rocks jut trying to catch a wing. Most make the treacherous trek, some hit the cliffs. Against their greatest foe, they duel the winds. What if they just let go, went with the wind? Where would they find themselves, where would they land? Lets let go tonight, go with the winds. Lets cut ties tonight and ditch the flock.
