The Heavy Stillness Before the Flight

[Self captured]

There is a point of exhaustion where even danger loses its power to scare us.

We stay completely still, letting the world crowd in close, simply because the weight in our bones is heavier than the threat outside.

We risk everything just to catch our breath. Like a solitary wanderer taking refuge on a high concrete wall, we look out at a vast, blurry world and find ourselves too spent to move an inch. It looks like giving up, but it is just the bone deep fatigue of a long journey.

Yet, the instinct to survive never truly dies. The exact second a boundary is crossed…the moment a sharp, conclusive trigger sounds…the heavy stillness breaks.

The instinctive urge to live overrules every ounce of exhaustion, and the wings find a sudden, fierce power they didn’t know they had left.

Knowing standing still wasn’t the end. It was just the heavy pause before the flight.