January 29, 2013 by first50
It was one of those days in October, when the sky around Albuquerque is filled with balloons and you spend your entire morning looking up. I walked along one of the places where there are dozens of power lines overhead and saw what looked like birds on the wires above me. Or music notes on a bass clef. Sky voyagers all.
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Like a bird on a wire, I sat and stared as life moved forward. I watched the children play, cars passing by, and the sun starting to fade. By observng the world I came to the concusion that while we shape society, society also shapes us. Its like a cycle that it thought to never have an end or beginning. But it keeps moving…on and on.