The crane stood still and majestic along the roadside. It didn’t make sense that such loud passing trucks and vehicles didn’t seem to bother it. It was pure white. I marveled at its confidence as I passed it by. In time I saw yet another crane which was almost a mirror image again close to the freeway noise. I could only wonder why it would choose this place to stand. Within miles I saw a third white crane in the same position. I shook my head wondering about these cranes, wondering why I would notice them, wondering at their confidence in such a crazy environment. Shortly I saw the last crane I’d see on this trip. Its wings lifted it gracefully to take flight…
I could hear a song in my heart, “I believe it’s time for me to fly”…..