As I flew through the evening air, I surveyed the land below me. The green of the fields turning dark as the sun set and the mountains as they helped to block out the sun. The humans in their villages were already in their dwellings, the scent of food on the breeze told me they were eating their meals.
This was my favourite time to fly, the world was growing still and quiet. It made for a peaceful flight before I too returned to my nest to rest until the next morning. I felt the wind as it moved against my feathers, keeping me aloft while also trying to stop me in my tracks.
I was content, for although I was but a humble bird, my life could be no better than this.
Prompt: Imagine you are a bird, soaring through the sky.
Okay, so I had a big day today and got home late. Hence, I just did a nice quick one, but at least I got out something.
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