‘He watched the hawks as they drifted on the wind.
Although their flight appeared to have no pattern,
it made a certain kind of sense to the boy.
It was just that he couldn’t grasp what it meant.
He followed the movement of the birds, trying to read something into it.
Maybe these desert birds could explain to him the meaning of love without ownership.’
Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist. (via samantha-x)
