Three birds on the coast, their destination freedom. Their wingtips warmed with flight. Their defiance of winter an inscrutable delight. I’ll take their inspiration and hurry home to huddle ’round my fire. My fingertips wrapped and warmed around a mug. My defiance of winter a thick pair of socks atop a woolen rug.

This post written in response to The Daily Post’s ‘inscrutable’ prompt

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