The Metamorphosis of the Wind

High above the ocean below, the gull floats watching the shoreline. He remembers when he used to be among them, one of them as they would say. He feels the wind underneath him lifting him higher and for a moment allows it to happen, then dives down towards the people below.

The sense of speed is a rush he never encountered in his life as one of the humans. He likes to think of them as seperate now since he'll never get back there. He flies gracefully along the beach, skimming the surface of the sand, watching the children building castles.

He lands on a rock and relaxes his wings. He remembers how it all happened, he thinks about it every day. The mysterious stranger, the paper, the signature... he didn't believe any of it... until the next morning when he woke up in a nest, snuggled up to another bird. He wonders if somewhere his former body is walking around out there somewhere. One of the disadvantages of being a bird is the lack of knowledge as to the level of geography he knew as a human.

He's tried to get back to Louisiana to see what has happened there, but he doesn't know the way. He's discovered in the 6 weeks of birddom several things: Flying is not overrated in the slightest. Female birds are even more difficult to date than human females. It's wonderful not having to go to work anymore... and somewhere along the lines of the transformation he lost the ability to read or understand human language. He figures that something had to give in order to fit any of his previous memories inside this tiny little head he's got now.

His senses are quickly drawn back to him by a small brown haired child running towards him yelling "Birdie!!!". He smiles to himself, flies off and drops something for the child to remember him by.