
Almost every morning when she was not busy elsewhere she'd go out to fly with the birds and witness the beauty of the land as it passed beneath them. The colours and swirls, there hadn't been a place that the female had been that she hadn't found beauty within. The greens mixed so well with the blues and the reds and browns. Even little splashes of purples and yellows, some oranges and gold. It was all so very wonderful. And it was no wonder as to why she was happiest when beneath a sky of clouds or stars.
She had just finished her flight along side some birds, and now. Now she was content to just sit and wallow beneath the sun. Watch the moment of life, as the wind passed through the trees and the grass. As it made the flowers dance and the little bees and other bugs dance along with them. She'd get some good pictures of the world's beauty if she waited long enough. And if she chose to take the camera out from her pocket to capture it.
Sometimes it was just best to let life live on, to simply capture the moment within your mind and remember it there. Photos were nice, and she had many, and she'd continue to take them as long as there was beauty (which there always was), but there were times in which the mind needed a break. To simply just lie and be one with all that was around.