How trivial the cares of humanity when one is gliding on a soft breeze. I’ve been so engrossed in this experience of flight that I forgot to look for Bunim. There he is, walking past that large building with the garden of flowers. I’ll fly lower so I can hear what they are saying to each other. That’s one of the marvels of being a bird. No one suspects that I am actually a human woman transformed into a Blue Jay.