What a beautiful metaphor you've built, poet! Those birds and their flight in a landscape of changeable skies so identical as man travels along these roads. It is this coming and going of our inheritance, also our destiny. Sometimes the still gray presages new storms and we see the lightning in the glance of the other. One goes on pilgrimage in the blue, one learns by fire that the journey is of two and the sadnesses accompanied hurt less. I embrace you, @johnjgeddes.