Birds, Starbucks, and Staying Stuck
Drinks, anyone?
Sometimes I forget about how beautiful the world is. And how ugly it can get.
On our way to Starbucks, my mom pointed out a flock of birds flying in a v-formation. As I watched them on their way — probably toward a new place, maybe toward the hope of a better future — my stomach erupted with butterflies. Chills ran across my skin.