DoctorV23

Alonissos, 30 April, 2020: an original story, as told to me by the swallows themselves this morning: Fairy tales and stories of magic are not so popular as they once were. Our “progress” often robs us of our dignity – our souls, as we climb the ladder of… whatever the hell it is we think we are doing. The Swallows It was a cool April morning. Everything was ready to begin the long journey northward, away from the winter African home-continent, in search of food to bear the young and keep them safe. Despite all the preparations, careful planning and hard work, some would not make it through. A gentle breeze blew over the parched plains as the sun rose, filling an amber sky with light. “It’s time to leave my friends! Take wing!”, Herbert instructed. The males, their long tails proudly displayed, guided their female companions. The rustle of small wings filled the air ...a courageous, distant, yet curious look was in Celine’s eyes as she scanned the horizon, her little wings beating