#just so impossible to imagine the bredth of that experience
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An incredibly lazy wee doodle of barn swallows since I'm struggling to sleep and going back to my teenage ritual of drawing birds far too late into the night. Where I live, it will soon be time for the swallows to leave and make their bi-annual 8000 mile migration all the way to South Africa. Summer goes with them, and already my late North European nights seem to be turning dark so soon. A couple of months ago the night would just be a muted blue until dawn would crack with a skylark's song at 3am, and from now it will just be a couple of months until the black sets in before the afternoon ends.
It genuinely makes me want to cry thinking about these matchbox sized little beings throwing themselves into that endless blue all in pursuit of airborne insects, those small bodies making their way over the widening, waterless Sahara, that 40 day excursion that, by mid-October, will be over. How long a journey that seems, how short for a being smaller than my hand.
I'll miss them as much as I'll miss the sun until my late-March birthday comes along again and the spring sky is briefly interrupted by their sudden return, their tumbling bodies celebrating the world waking up again, back - somehow, dare I project a sense of sentiment, remembering - to the very same nests they'd left behind just months ago.
#my art#my witterings#im very sentimental and sleep deprived and i keep wanting to sob about birds lol#but its that grateful desperate glimmery feeling of just.#i guess awe that i share this planet and this movement of seasons and rhyme of life with all these beautiful things#i wonder if birds feel something like a brewing wanderlust as the time comes#i wonder if they feel that same tug i do in my heart everytime summer comes along#that sense of impending flight that need to go into the night and wake up somewhere new#somewhere achingly familiar#the way the pressure and the smell of the air changes#swallows are passerines too so they likely evolved from australia however many million of years ago#what drives birds to make those journeys#what must it feel like to follow the wind currents and the stars and the magnetic pull of the earth#sigh sigh sigh#i know it isnt all romance but sighhh if i cant romantacise these wee flittery dinosaurs what can i romantacise#imagine everything those swallows have seen#over vineyards over endless fields over desert#the atlas mountains#the congo rainforest#skirting the cape#just so impossible to imagine the bredth of that experience#all in such a wee bird#aw for it to come back to its own wee rooftop eave#and i get the chance to see them? every year? listen to their joyful little twittery song and witness the young finding their wings in june#thank you thank you thank you
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