The Weight of a Wing
It is 3:15 am. The house has finally stopped settling, and the silence is heavy enough to touch. In the dark, I find myself thinking about the things that exist only because they are small and quick. We spend our lives trying to anchor ourselves to the earth, building walls and keeping schedules, yet there is a part of us that envies the creature that never stays long enough to be caught. To be light is to be free, but it is also to be perpetually missed. We watch these fleeting things and call them beautiful, but perhaps we are really just mourning our own inability to vanish into the air when the world becomes too loud. We are tethered by our own heavy intentions, watching from the ground as something else decides it has no need for the weight of a name or a destination. How much of our own life have we spent waiting for something that was never meant to be held?
Sarvenaz Saadat has captured this quiet, fleeting existence in her image titled Black & White Sweety. It is a reminder that some things are only truly seen when we stop trying to own them. Does the bird know it is being watched, or is it already somewhere else?
