Birds, water and air

The air is dark when blue and invisible when light.
At night it comes alive and swoops down for a colored bath that changes and changes and changes and changes.
It flows westward, downhill, through the faces and trees.
We change.
We move.
It is dark and we move, across the bridge and up the stream.
They float in one place, never rising nor falling.
And over them it coasts down,
and settles.
We change,
it stays,
we watch,
in the darkness,
at the light
that changes.
It is invisible from the bridge, so we move upstream,
and it flies with us.
It breathes with us.
We watch it.
It floats in one place.
We stay the same.
It flies off.
We walk away.
They stay a while longer with the others, always floating in one place.
We walk away.
It flies away.
They change.
We stay the same.
We all breathe.

By Greg Burns.