Free..

Confetti flying outside my window. They're nice to watch. See them dancing to a tuneless song, still gracefully. Like thousands of little birds from the corner of your eye. Weightless pieces of paper resting on the roof only to be lifted up again to begin another round of swaying and gliding, flirting with invisible lovers, only manifested by the wind.

A nice break from looking at dead text and images from my computer screen. I see freedom right before my eyes. How i envy them.