Soaring Condor -

He left his staff leaning against a boulder. He left the sheep to their patient grazing. He walked to the edge of the cliff where the condor had launched, and he sat down, legs dangling over a three-thousand-foot drop. The wind tugged his hair, whistled past his ears. It was the same wind that had lifted the condor. He closed his eyes and tried to feel it not as resistance, but as invitation.

Mateo had always thought it was just a story. Now he wasn’t so sure. soaring condor

Mateo frowned. “But I did. I saw it rise.” He left his staff leaning against a boulder

He rose.

A reckless thought, hot as the stones, sparked in him. and he sat down