Of Flights on the Fringe

Oh my dear Elijah how incredibly much I miss you. Words are so hollow. This morning I went outside and sat in the hammock Jentry bought you that you never got to use. I looked up in the sky and four white birds with black tipped wings were circling in the sky. Thing was three were flying in formation and the fourth was flying around them. As they moved from west to east then north out of my sight the three birds continued in alternating in their formation but one just circled them as they changed direction, ever on the fringe. That's exactly how I see you now. Flying on the fringe while your brothers fly together moving through life. I love you so, so, so very much.