Transatlantic Flight
By SMYGO4EVA
The sky and the sands were too different, yet they were the same almost simultaneously. Sure, they were of two elements, but they were distant and recluse, walking away from any other individual who would hurt them as much as loneliness was. They didn't want to be alone, yet they choose to be in solitude's fierce winds. Ironic, isn't it?
They were bound to their destinies, controlling the natural order of things and becoming more like the gods themselves in each passing day. But what if they wanted something different, to not follow one's premature burial within providence? To become and transform into the one thing that was the most beautiful in their eyes? Would they do it or not? The answer would be up to them, for either the tranquil to dominate or the raging to run free to decide their own fate.
In transatlantic flight, the sky and the sands spread their bound and controlled wings from the rooted ground, and they flew away from their cursed fates, so they would roam the skies and the world together. Not alone, but together, side by side. And, like I said, in transatlantic flight.