The Origami Bird.
The breeze blew through the streets, bringing with it a very peculiar smell. The little bird turned his head to the side, breathing deeply. The smell was unknown to him, but that wasn’t a surprise, he was after all very young.
He shuffled closer to the edge of the sill. Where could that smell be coming from? He looked around, peering down the alley outside his little house. He couldn’t see the source. Maybe he just couldn’t see anything from here. He went closer to the edge, but still unable to see he went closer. And closer still.
The wind blew through again, knocking the little bird from his precarious perch. Down he fell, the air rushed by him, tearing at his fragile wings, keeping him from unfolding them and gaining his balance.
His heart slammed against his rib cage. Panicked, he flailed around, desperately trying to right himself.
The ground closed in, closer and closer it came, until… Yes! He hit an updraft, the gust snapping his wings open, riding on the air he soared up into the night. He narrowly missed colliding with the dirty sidewalk.
He flapped his papery wings experimentally, gaining some altitude. He tried it again, gaining a little more. Encouraged he beat his wings faster, flying up above the roof tops. This wasn’t so bad; he could get use to it. It was kind of fun actually.
He hovered over the little brick houses and looked around. His eyes widened in awe. It was beautiful, simply beautiful.
The air was colder up here; it clung to his wings like mist. The stars were just waking up, they shown in the darkening sky, disappearing every now and then behind little gray clouds.
But the most amazing thing of all was the lights. They shown from thousands of little windows set in little houses. Their lights flickering off and on as people moved about, playing hide and seek with him. He watched them, trying see them all at once, but couldn’t, there were just too many of them.
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