Wind carved beneath Noah’s wings as he rode the sky, talons tucked. The Eurybia Ocean stretched endlessly below, a restless expanse of steel-blue waves flashing silver where sunlight pierced the clouds. Salt thickened the air, caught in his lungs even in this form, and the roar of the sea rose like a steady pulse in his chest.
He banked, catching an updraft that sent cold wind scouring through his feathers. It cleared his head. There was no ground to guard, no voices to answer—only the rhythm of wingbeats and the weightless silence between gusts.
Below, the ocean surged. Whitecaps boiled along jagged reefs, and sea-birds fluttered in the distance, their sharp cries barely reaching him. He watched them with a predator’s eye. Even in calm, he hunted.
Out here, above the depths and beyond the reach of land, there was no role to play, no eyes watching. Just the sea, the sky, and the creature he became between them.
He banked, catching an updraft that sent cold wind scouring through his feathers. It cleared his head. There was no ground to guard, no voices to answer—only the rhythm of wingbeats and the weightless silence between gusts.
Below, the ocean surged. Whitecaps boiled along jagged reefs, and sea-birds fluttered in the distance, their sharp cries barely reaching him. He watched them with a predator’s eye. Even in calm, he hunted.
Out here, above the depths and beyond the reach of land, there was no role to play, no eyes watching. Just the sea, the sky, and the creature he became between them.
noah
you touched my heavy heart and made it light
