Birds, Starbucks, and Staying Stuck

Drinks, anyone?

Photo by Sixteen Miles Out on Unsplash

Sometimes I forget about how beautiful the world is. And how ugly it can get.

On our way to Starbucks, my mom pointed out a flock of birds flying in a v-formation. As I watched them on their way — probably toward a new place, maybe toward the hope of a better future — my stomach erupted with butterflies. Chills ran across my skin.