Birds circled over head. They flew in perfect formation. Their flock staying close.

It was like they mocked me with their togetherness. There flock was like a family, they stayed together on pure instinct.

Yet, I walked alone through the park. The moon was shining brightly above me, its soft light felt warm in the cold night.

The moon understood me. Everyday the sun left the sky before the moon could even arrive. The moon was always alone.

Of course there were stars, but they aren’t the sun.

But maybe they could be.

I had friends. Maybe they could be my family.

I switched directions walking toward my friends house.

The birds still flew in their flock above me.

Maybe I could find my flock too.